Elected Silence

Where voices vanish into dream,
I have discovered, from the pride
Of temporal trophydoms, this theme,
That silence is the ultimate guide.

Allow me now much musing-space
To shape my secrecies alone:
Allow me life apart, whose heart
Translates instinctive tragi-tone.

How solitude can hear! O see
How stillness unreluctant stands
Enharmonized with cloud and tree . . .
O earth and heaven not made with hands!
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