Audible silences which sound achieves
Through music, mountain streams, and hinted heather,
And drowsy flocks drifting in golden weather.
Lastly, as to my bed I turn for rest.
Comes Lady Moon herself on silver feet
To sit with one white arm across my breast,
Talking of elves and haunts where they do meet.
No mortal comes to see me, yet I say
“Oh, I have had fine visitors to-day!”
Douai,