Charmed into silence lay
The forest, dimly lit;
No wind that summer day
Moved the least leaf of it;
No choric branches stirred
Its calm profound and deep,
Nor voice of any bird,
But silence dreamed like sleep.
Like dew upon the grass
It fell upon my soul,
Loosed it to soar, and pass
Beyond the stars’ control.
Vague memories it woke,
Shapes far too frail for touch;
And then the silence broke,
Lest I should learn too much.