| IN the secret Valley of Silence | |
| No breath doth fall; | |
| No wind stirs in the branches; | |
| No bird doth call: | |
| As on a white wall | 5 |
| A breathless lizard is still, | |
| So silence lies on the valley | |
| Breathlessly still. | |
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| In the dusk-grown heart of the valley | |
| An altar rises white: | 10 |
| No rapt priest bends in awe | |
| Before its silent light: | |
| But sometimes a flight | |
| Of breathless words of prayer | |
| White-wing'd enclose the altar, | 15 |
| Eddies of prayer. | |