O I listen to the silence, between
Rustling leaves caught in autumn's golden spell,
And the gentle ripples in the park pond.
I often listen to the silence of nights;
WhenI sense, and feel, a quiet grief born
By the spectral light of the moon and stars.
I listen to the silence discovered
In love's sweet realms, when words are not required.
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