Show HAPPINESS this perfect love can can find no words to say what words are left still sacred tor for our use that have not suffered the sad worlds abuse and AAA figure forth a gladness dimmed and gray let us be all silent ent still since words convey but shadowed images wherein we lose the falness of loves light our lips refuse the fluent commonplace of yesterday then shall we hear bear beneath the brooding wing of silence what abiding voices sleep the primal notes of nature that mans little noises warble he or weep the song the morning stars stare together sing the sourd of deep that calleta unto deep EDITH |