A Gift Of Silence, Sweet! Who May Not Ever Hear: To Lay Down At Your Unobservant Feet, Is All The Gift I Bear. I Have No Songs To Sing, That You Should Heed Or Know: I Have No Lilies, In Full Hands, To Fling Across The Path You Go. I Cast My Flowers Away, Blossoms Unmeet For You! The Garland I Have Gathered In My Day: My Rosemary And Rue. I Watch You Pass And Pass, Serene And Cold: I Lay My Lips Upon Your Trodden, Daisied Grass, And Turn My Life Away. Yea, For I Cast You, Sweet! This One Gift, You Shall Take: Like Ointment, On Your Unobservant Feet, My Silence, For Your Sake.