Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er br A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! br br Behold the sky with early stars ashine, br A jewelled flagon brimmed with purple wine. br br Like a dumb poet's soul the troubled sea br Moans of its joy and sorrow wordlessly; br br But the glad winds that utter naught of grief br Make silver speech by headland and by reef. br br Saving for such there is no voice or call br To mar the gracious silence over all­ br br Silence so tender 'tis a sweet caress, br A most beguiling and dear loneliness.