On the grey street and the¹ lagging winding waters

One sees far off stealing away to meet the rich drooping purple of the sky

A stillness falls,– a supernatural silence

Lies on the lap of Nature.

The street man’s² life, and the waters earth’s sky-dowry,

And this rich span’s unreal splendour, symbol hue, sign to³ sight of the Unseen;

Man’s life lies mute, the waters run to the splendour;

The Unseen is this mighty Silence.