We are anhungered after solitude, 
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound, 
Soft quiet hovering over pools profound, 
The silences that on the desert brood, 
Above a windless hush of empty seas, 
The broad unfurling banners of the dawn; 
A faëry forest where there sleeps a Faun; 
Our souls are fain of solitudes like these. 
O woman who divined our weariness, 
And set the crown of silence on your art, 
From what undreamed-of depth within your heart 
Have you sent forth the hush that makes us free 
To hear an instant, high above earth’s stress, 
The silent music of infinity?