BEATA SOLITUDO

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!