Walt Whitman in Mickle Street

Not from successful love aloneNor wealth nor honored middle-ageNor victories of politics or war;But as life wanes and all the turbulent passions calmAs gorgeous vapory silent hues cover the evening skyAs softness fulness rest suffuse the frame like fresher balmier airAs the days take on a mellower lightAnd the apple at last hangs really finish''d and indolent-ripe on the treeThen for the teeming quietest happiest days of allThe brooding and blissful halcyon days!