Be silent and conceal yourself:
all passion and all dreams of flight.
In the soul’s depth, let pass
--to rise and set as soundlessly
as stars--your feelings and your thoughts.
Admire them, and be still.
How can the heart express itself?
Who will understand?
Who can know what you live by
when thought, once expressed, is a lie?
And the depths, stirred, disperse?
Drink of them, and be still.
It is best to live within yourself
where many worlds reside,
of secret and mysterious thought; where
your soul is not by noise engulfed,
by daylight urged away.
Heed that singing, and be still.