What land of Silence, <br />Where pale stars shine <br />On apple-blossom <br />And dew-drenched vine, <br />Is yours and mine? <br /> <br />The silent valley <br />That we will find, <br />Where all the voices <br />Of humankind <br />Are left behind. <br /> <br />There all forgetting, <br />Forgotten quite, <br />We will repose us, <br />With our delight <br />Hid out of sight. <br /> <br />The world forsaken, <br />And out of mind <br />Honour and labour, <br />We shall not find <br />The stars unkind. <br /> <br />And men shall travail, <br />And laugh and weep; <br />But we have vistas <br />Of Gods asleep, <br />With dreams as deep. <br /> <br />A land of Silence, <br />Where pale stars shine <br />On apple-blossoms <br />And dew-drenched vine, <br />Be yours and mine!<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beata-solitudo/
