There Will Be Rest- Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
There will be rest, and sure stars shining over the rooftops crowned with snow, A reign of rest, serene forgetting, The music of stillness holy and low. I will make this world of my devising Out of a dream in my lonely mind. I shall find the crystal of peace, – above me Stars I shall find.
I recommend closing your eyes and listening to this. I find it to be meditative.