This Cool Quiet Of Trees In The Grey Dusk Of The North, In The Green Half-Dusk Of The West, Where Fires Still Glow; These Glimmering Fantasies Of Foliage Branching Forth And Drooping Into Rest; Ye Lovers, Know That In Your Wanderings Beneath This Arching Brake Ye Must Attune Your Love To Hushed Words. For Here Is The Dreaming Wisdom Of The Unmovable Things... And More: - Walk Softly, Lest Ye Wake A Thousand Sleeping Birds.