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<p style="font-size:16px;color:#333333;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-weight:normal;text-align:justify;hyphens:auto" data-flag="normal">I listen to the stillness of you,<br />My dear, among it all;<br />I feel your silence touch my words as I talk,<br />And take them in thrall.<br /><br />My words fly off a forge<br />The length of a spark;<br />I see the night-sky easily sip them<br />Up in the dark.<br /><br />The lark sings loud and glad,<br />Yet I am not loth<br />That silence should take the song and the bird<br />And lose them both.<br /><br />A train goes roaring south,<br />The steam-flag flying;<br />I see the stealthy shadow of silence<br />Alongside going.<br /><br />And off the forge of the world,<br />Whirling in the draught of life,<br />Go sparks of myriad people, filling<br />The night with strife.<br /><br />Yet they never change the darkness<br />Or blench it with noise;<br />Alone on the perfect silence<br />The stars are buoys.</p>