My silent thoughts flow out in silent tears,
As the cool sprinkles quench the burning day;
And as they soothe its noises with sweet spray,
So do my tears melt and dissolve my fears.
It is after my brazen laughter of today,
After a weeping, and shutting of eyes to the years—
Years of a sorrow I try to keep away,
Shielding with hands of joy when it appears.
Let sorrow and joy come when they will, no matter—
They shall be Beauty singing in my breast:
Beauty that smiles in the sun, weeps in the patter,
Broods in the patter of never-ending rains;
Let sorrow and joy pulse when they will in my veins
Until the dark indifference of my rest.