I was with my mother today and we were quiet together, just listening to piano music. She would turn to me every once in a while and her eyes were so clear and peaceful, and it reminded me of this by Yeats:
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.