Oh for the state of the noiseless soul
To release in me, encompassing and whole
That no static and soundless noise may intrude
On the subtle, mute, waveless interludes
Of a soul so engrossed in a pure existence
Total and aware of true purpose and instance.
I long for the peace of a seeming isolation
That never dispermits any other relation.
A balance--that for which it must be striven
Effort or more must hitherto be given.
-T. Emerson
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