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 TO THE BELOVED.

, not more subtly silence strays

Amongst the winds, between the voices,

Mingling alike with pensive lays,

And with the music that rejoices,

Than thou art present in my days.

My silence, life returns to thee

In all the pauses of her breath.

Hush back to rest the melody

That out of thee awakeneth;

And thou, wake ever, wake for me.

Full, full is life in hidden places,

For thou art silence unto me.

Full, full is thought in endless spaces.

Full is my life. A silent sea

Lies round all shores with long embraces.