With Changeful Sound Life Beats Upon The Ear; Yet Striving For Release The Most Delighting String'S Sweet Jargonings, The Happiest Throat'S Most Easeful, Lovely Notes Fall Back Into A Veiling Silentness. Even 'Mid The Rumour Of A Moving Host, Blackening The Clear Green Earth, Vainly 'Gainst That Thin Wall The Trumpets Call, Or With Loud Hum The Smoke-Bemuffled Drum: From That High Quietness No Reply Comes Forth. When All At Peace, Two Friends At Ease Alone Talk Out Their Hearts, - Yet Still, Between The Grace-Notes Of The Voice Of Love From Each To Each Trembles A Rarer Speech, And With Its Presence Every Pause Doth Fill. Unmoved It Broods, This All-Encompassing Hush Of One Who Stooping Near, No Smallest Stir Will Make Our Fear To Wake; But Yet Intent Upon Some Mystery Bent, Hearkens The Lightest Word We Say, Or Hear.