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(To Eleonora Duse)
We are anhungered after solitude, / Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound, / Soft quiet hovering over pools profound, / The silences that on the desert brood, / Above a windless hush of empty seas, / The broad unfurling banners of the dawn, / A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun; / Our souls are fain of solitudes like these. / O woman who divined our weariness, / And set the crown of silence on your art, / From what undreamed-of depth within your heart / Have you sent forth the hush that makes us free / To hear an instant, high above earth's stress, / The silent music of infinity?