Analysis of In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound

Calm is the morn without a sound,
        Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
        And only thro' the faded leaf
    The chestnut pattering to the ground:
    Calm and deep peace on this high wold,
        And on these dews that drench the furze.
        And all the silvery gossamers
    That twinkle into green and gold:
    Calm and still light on yon great plain
       That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
       And crowded farms and lessening towers,
   To mingle with the bounding main:

Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
       These leaves that redden to the fall;
       And in my heart, if calm at all,
   If any calm, a calm despair:

Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
       And waves that sway themselves in rest,
       And dead calm in that noble breast
   Which heaves but with the heaving deep.