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Oh, not more subtly silence strays / Amongst the winds, between the voices, / Mingling alike with pensive lays, / And with the music that rejoices, / Than thou art present in my days.
My silence, life returns to thee / In all the pauses of her breath. / Hush back to rest the melody / That out of thee awakeneth; / And thou, wake ever, wake for me.
Full, full is life in hidden places, / For thou art silence unto me. / Full, full is thought in endless spaces. / Full is my life. A silent sea / Lies round all shores with long embraces.
Thou art like silence all unvexed / Though wild words part my soul from thee. / Thou art like silence unperplexed, / A secret and a mystery / Between one footfall and the next.
Most dear pause in a mellow lay! / Thou art inwoven with every air. / With thee the wildest tempests play, / And snatches of thee everywhere / Make little heavens throughout a day.
Darkness and solitude shine, for me. / For life's fair outward part are rife / The silver noises; let them be. / It is the very soul of life / Listens for thee, listens for thee.
O pause between the sobs of cares! / O thought within all thought that is; / Trance between laughters unawares! / Thou art the form of melodies, / And thou the ecstasy of prayers.