In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song - a song that lives In the seed of my heart. It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment; it engulfs my affection In a transparent cloak and flows, But not upon my lips.
How can I sigh it? I fear it may mingle with earthly ether; To whom shall I sing it? It dwells in the house of my soul, in fear of harsh ears.