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She stirr'd not – breath'd not – for a voice was there How solemnly pervading the calm air! A sound of silence on the startled ear Which dreamy poets name "the music of the sphere." Ours is a world of words: Quiet we call "Silence" – which is the merest word of all. All Nature speaks, and ev'n ideal things Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings – But ah! not so when, thus, in realms on high The eternal voice of God is passing by, And the red winds are withering in the sky: –

"What tho 'in worlds which sightless cycles run, Linked to a little system, and one sun – Where all my love is folly and the crowd Still think my terrors but the thunder cloud, The storm, the earthquake, and the ocean-wrath – (Ah! will they cross me in my angrier path?) What tho' in worlds which own a single sun The sands of Time grow dimmer as they run, Yet thine is my resplendency, so given To bear my secrets thro' the upper Heaven! Leave tenantless thy crystal home, and fly,