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The Lady Of Silence.

My Lady of the Silence,
Maid of the golden hair,
Who cometh by so stately,
Whose footsteps rest on air,
The pulses of your laughter
Are round me everywhere.

Your songs are dumb yet speaking,
Within those slumbrous eyes
The spirits of my daydreams
Drop down their shrouds and rise,
And every phantom of the night
Fades in its sleep and dies.

After the maddening tempest
My spirit is outworn,
But you come with the morning,
Below the reddish dawn,
And wrapped in your still music
My love is all reborn.

O, Lady of the Silence,
I would be silent too.
Give me the voiceless rapture
Sunk in the sky of blue,
A draught of glory from the fires
Your starlight maidens brew.

O let the tide lap round me
That ripples on the sand,
O let my burning forehead
By your soft breath be fanned,
And then arise and bear me
To the great Silent Land.

There teach me all the secrets
That loiter on the air
Behind your dainty footsteps,
Maid of the golden hair.
O Lady of the Silence, come,
Come with me everywhere.

—M.E.H