Only in the forest
Walks Silence for men to see.
At one breathless moment
Tree huddles closer to tree,
Mosses more greenly burn,
Curls up in an ecstasy
Each delicate-fingered fern.
No rabbit stirs. The jay
Has left her querulous chatter,
Subdued by death of day.
Perching among the branches
Wind pauses upon tip-toe.
Now from blue mist-pavilion
You may see King Silence go
Royally through the forest –
Slips on a bough wind’s foot;
Sudden a berry patters.
Look! Silence shivers, is not.
Only in the forest
Walks Silence for men to see.