I know a green grass path that leaves the field
And, like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood, where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day; and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon. The place is sealed
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song
And all th' unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost, or unrevealed
So is my soul become a silent place
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find some voice of music manifold
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face
Or love, that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold
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