The silence of the forest is my bride and the sweet dark warmth of the whole world is my love, and out of the heart of that dark warmth comes the secret that is heard only in silence, but it is the root of all the secrets that are whispered by all the lovers in their beds all over the world.
Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us; and it was very still; but there were whispers.
... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.
Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names.
I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.
Thus, sped by currents of curiosity afloat the swift river of rumor do secrets sail to strange ports.
If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.
The words given voice inside the mind are not always clear, however; they can be gentle and elliptical, what the prophets call the bat qol, the daughter of the voice of God, she who speaks in whispers and half-seen images.
