In a Churchyard + 

There may be seeming calm above, but no!⁠— + 

There is a pulse below which ceases not, + 

A subterranean working, fiery hot, + 

Deep in the million-hearted bosom, though + 

Earthquakes unlock not the prodigious show + 

Of elemental conflict; and this spot + 

Nurses most quiet bones which lie and rot, + 

And here the humblest weeds take root and grow. + 

There is a calm upon the mighty sea, + 

Yet are its depths alive and full of being, + 

Enormous bulks that move unwieldily; + 

Yet, pore we on it, they are past our seeing!⁠— + 

From the deep sea-weed fields, though wide and ample, + 

Comes there no rushing sound: these do not trample! + 