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Rh Thou art like silence all unvexed

Though wild words part my soul from thee.

Thou art like silence unperplexed,

A secret and a mystery

Between one footfall and the next.

Most dear pause in a mellow lay!

Thou art inwoven with every air.

With thee the wildest tempests play,

And snatches of thee everywhere

Make little heavens throughout a day.

Darkness and solitude shine, for me.

For life's fair outward part are rife

The silver noises; let them be.

It is the very soul of life

Listens for thee, listens for thee.

O pause between the sobs of cares!

O thought within all thought that is;

Trance between laughters unawares!

Thou art the form of melodies,

And thou the ecstasy of prayers.