I have a need of silence and of stars;
Too much is said too loudly; I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled
infinity is lost in voices shouting to be heard.
I once knew men as earnest and less shrill.
An undermeaning that I caught, I miss.
Among these ears that hear all sounds save silence,
these eyes that see so much but not the sky,
these minds that gain all knowledge but no calm.

~ In April Once, W. A. Percy, 1920