(To Eleonora Duse) We Are Anhungered After Solitude, Deep Stillness Pure Of Any Speech Or Sound, Soft Quiet Hovering Over Pools Profound, The Silences That On The Desert Brood, Above A Windless Hush Of Empty Seas, The Broad Unfurling Banners Of The Dawn, A Faery Forest Where There Sleeps A Faun; Our Souls Are Fain Of Solitudes Like These. O Woman Who Divined Our Weariness, And Set The Crown Of Silence On Your Art, From What Undreamed-Of Depth Within Your Heart Have You Sent Forth The Hush That Makes Us Free To Hear An Instant, High Above Earth'S Stress, The Silent Music Of Infinity?