DEAREST, this one day we own, <br />Stolen from the crowd and press, <br />Let it be sweet silence's. <br />We two, heart in heart, alone; <br />Any speech were less. <br /> <br />We are weary, even thus, <br />Talk might turn to discontent <br />Else be practised merriment: <br />Earth and sky will speak for us <br />Nearer as we meant. <br /> <br />We two in the stillness, dear, <br />Fair dreams come without our quest; <br />Not to talk of life is best. <br />Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all be rest.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dearest-this-one-day-we-own/
