DEAREST, this one day we own, br Stolen from the crowd and press, br Let it be sweet silence's. br We two, heart in heart, alone; br Any speech were less. br br We are weary, even thus, br Talk might turn to discontent br Else be practised merriment: br Earth and sky will speak for us br Nearer as we meant. br br We two in the stillness, dear, br Fair dreams come without our quest; br Not to talk of life is best. br Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all be rest.