Her voice is like clear water <br />That drips upon a stone <br />In forests far and silent <br />Where Quiet plays alone. <br /> <br />Her thoughts are like the lotus <br />Abloom by sacred streams <br />Beneath the temple arches <br />Where Quiet sits and dreams. <br /> <br />Her kisses are the roses <br />That glow while dusk is deep <br />In Persian garden closes <br />Where Quiet falls asleep.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fantasy-2/
