FROM a vista of stillness hugely hewn

Beechen pillars looming, on the floor

Trance-light of a summer afternoon

Ambers Time—and Silence—to the core.

Eternity hovers, creeping through

Clouds that move too slowly to be kenned ;

Infinity sails on wings of blue

'Thwart a sky un shadowed and un penned.

The slopes of the Silence-hill are passed ;

Piping sweeps all sadness from the air :

Dissolvings of fear show naked vast

Thunderous limbs man-momently-appear.