When Some Beloved Voice That Was To You Both Sound And Sweetness, Faileth Suddenly, And Silence, Against Which You Dare Not Cry, Aches Round You Like A Strong Disease And New What Hope? What Help? What Music Will Undo That Silence To Your Sense? Not Friendship'S Sigh, Not Reason'S Subtle Count; Not Melody Of Viols, Nor Of Pipes That Faunus Blew; Not Songs Of Poets, Nor Of Nightingales Whose Hearts Leap Upward Through The Cypress-Trees To The Clear Moon; Nor Yet The Spheric Laws Self-Chanted, Nor The Angels' Sweet 'All Hails,' Met In The Smile Of God: Nay, None Of These. Speak Thou, Availing Christ! And Fill This Pause.