I know a green grass path that leaves the field, br And like a running river, winds along br Into a leafy wood where is no throng br Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield br Their music to the moon. The place is sealed, br An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song, br And all the unravished silences belong br To some sweet singer lost or unrevealed. br So is my soul become a silent place. br Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night br To find a voice of music manifold. br Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face, br Or Love that swoons on sleep, or else delight br That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.