Beata Solitudo

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What land of Silence,
  Where pale stars shine
  On apple-blossom
  And dew-drenched vine,
  Is yours and mine?

  The silent valley
  That we will find,
  Where all the voices
  Of humankind
  Are left behind.

  There all forgetting,
  Forgotten quite,
  We will repose us,
  With our delight
  Hid out of sight.

  The world forsaken,
  And out of mind
  Honour and labour,
  We shall not find
  The stars unkind.

  And men shall travail,
  And laugh and weep;
  But we have vistas
  Of Gods asleep,
  With dreams as deep.

  A land of Silence,
  Where pale stars shine
  On apple-blossoms
  And dew-drenched vine,
  Be yours and mine!

© Ernest Christopher Dowson