| Beata Solitudo |
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What land of Silence,
Where pale stars shine
On apple-blossom
And dew-drenched vine,
Is yours and mine?
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The silent valley
That we will find,
Where all the voices
Of humankind
Are left behind.
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There all forgetting,
Forgotten quite,
We will repose us,
With our delight
Hid out of sight.
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The world forsaken,
And out of mind
Honour and labour,
We shall not find
The stars unkind.
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And men shall travail,
And laugh and weep;
But we have vistas
Of gods asleep,
With dreams as deep.
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A land of Silence,
Where pale stars shine
On apple-blossoms
And dew-drenched vine,
Be yours and mine!
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