I part the out-thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
Quiet the trees; quiet the creepers all. In the sky's tranquil lap burns the sun's ray. In my heart's temple doth the silence fall, Worshipping Thee, Thou, Silent Majestic. Thou Replenishest this tranquil heart. O Thou Eternal, Absolute, with silence fill Me and with song, in secret, silent, still.