Silence Sings

SO faint, no ear is sure it hears,

So faint and far;

So vast that very near appears

My voice, both here and in each star

Unmeasured leagues do bridge between;

Like that which on a face is seen

Where secrets are;

Sweeping, like veils of lofty balm,

Tresses unbound

O’er desert sand, o’er ocean calm,

I am wherever is not sound;

And, goddess of the truthful face,

My beauty doth instil its grace

That joy abound.