I listen to the stillness of you, br My dear, among it all; br I feel your silence touch my words as I talk, br And take them in thrall. br br My words fly off a forge br The length of a spark; br I see the night-sky easily sip them br Up in the dark. br br The lark sings loud and glad, br Yet I am not loth br That silence should take the song and the bird br And lose them both. br br A train goes roaring south, br The steam-flag flying; br I see the stealthy shadow of silence br Alongside going. br br And off the forge of the world, br Whirling in the draught of life, br Go sparks of myriad people, filling br The night with strife. br br Yet they never change the darkness br Or blench it with noise; br Alone on the perfect silence br The stars are buoys.