IT was the House of Quietness br To which I came at dusk; br The garth was lit with roses br And heavy with their musk. br br The tremulous tall poplar trees br Stood whispering around, br The gentle flicker of their plumes br More quiet than no sound. br br And as I wondered at the door br What magic might be there, br The Lady of Sweet Silences br Came softly down the stair.