Music.

Alone I wandered in the starless night,

A silken silence did I feel.

I did not know the winged flight

Of Time. It seemed an opiate seal

Was set upon my senses then

To keep me from the world of men

And make me infinitely blind—

A silent music filled my mind

And in that dark tranquility

I stood like some still cypress tree.

The whispering pines their incense sighed

In vain—in vain the moon her silver spilled.

I saw it not, nor heard the swinging tide.

My mind with silent music filled.

For unseen pipers played to me

The music of eternity.

—P.P.P.