Alone, Not Alone

In the mid silence and unwrinkled calm 
   Of air and ocean, as I sit alone, 
   No sense of void, no solitude is known, 
But utter Peace, with her low, inward psalm, 
Fills heart and soul with melody as a balm 
   For scourgings of the noises! ! Laugh and moan, 
   And man's loud industries, can drown the tone 
Of that white seraph, bearer of the palm 
   That waves for loftier triumphs. Here, apart 
From every motion of a lesser life,—
   Folded serenely on the Infinite Heart, 
   Earth sleeps and smiles, forgetting toil and mart 
And the loud dissonance of woe and strife, 
Rapt by the immanent Soul in boundless being rife.