I stood upon a Westward shore
Of dawn's aurelian sea:
Descried the sun to heaven soar,
When Silence beckoned me.
I saw her dancing under moon
As sonance she allayed;
Her garment was with lilies strewn
In silver light arrayed.
I watched in awe as she dispelled
The voices of the day,
The wind and gulls and ocean quelled,
Amid her dance's sway.
When all was silent as a void
And I in noiseless peace,
I sought to ask of what employed
Could cause a sound to cease.
"O Silence, dost thou weave thy web?
Wherefore the absent sound?"
But once my voice her lull did ebb,
She could no more be found.