My wrong. Sting didn't come up with this expresion. It was a romantic female poet of the late 19th century, called Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. I found the poem in question too. It's called
'All One'
"Be still, my beating heart, be still!
There is no hope for thee to-night.
The fading of the wintry light
Has made a blackness of the hill.
Be still, be still, my beating heart!
For thee to-night there is no fear.
The moon has risen white and clear,
And we shall neither meet nor part."
My wrong. Sting didn't come up with this expresion. It was a romantic female poet of the late 19th century, called Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. I found the poem in question too. It's called 'All One'
"Be still, my beating heart, be still! There is no hope for thee to-night. The fading of the wintry light Has made a blackness of the hill.
Be still, be still, my beating heart! For thee to-night there is no fear. The moon has risen white and clear, And we shall neither meet nor part."
Looks like he realy liked this poem :)