Song of Silence

O my darling how shall I give you

thanks enough for any song

Beauty God has showed me

Time the strong shall not destroy

All annoy

All evil things may grieve you

pass away to comfort leave you.

Were the throats of all the singing birds

of April mine to say

All the thoughts of wonder

crowding my adoring heart today

even they

Flying to you and bringing

Love of mine would rest silently clinging.