Dearest, this one day we own

DEAREST, this one day we own,

    Stolen from the crowd and press,

    Let it be sweet silence's.

We two, heart in heart, alone;

Any speech were less.

We are weary, even thus,

    Talk might turn to discontent

    Else be practised merriment:

Earth and sky will speak for us

Nearer as we meant.

We two in the stillness, dear,

    Fair dreams come without our quest;

    Not to talk of life is best.

Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all be rest.