A gift of Silence, sweet! br Who may not ever hear: br To lay down at your unobservant feet, br Is all the gift I bear. br br I have no songs to sing, br That you should heed or know: br I have no lilies, in full hands, to fling br Across the path you go. br br I cast my flowers away, br Blossoms unmeet for you! br The garland I have gathered in my day: br My rosemary and rue. br br I watch you pass and pass, br Serene and cold: I lay br My lips upon your trodden, daisied grass, br And turn my life away. br br Yea, for I cast you, sweet! br This one gift, you shall take: br Like ointment, on your unobservant feet, br My silence, for your sake.