In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,I need thee not； mad dreams are mine to bindThe world to my desire, and hold the wind A voiceless captive to my conquering song.I need thee not, I am content with these：Keep silence in thy soul, beyond the seas！

    But in the desolate¹ hour of midnight, whenAn ecstasy² of starry³ silence sleepsOn the still mountains and the soundless deeps, And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,Love, like the magic of wild melodies,Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.