in Thoreau’s Journal:
The loudest sound that burdens here the breeze
Is the wood’s whisper; ’t is, when we choose to list
Audible sound, and when we list not,
It is calm profound. Tongues were provided
But to vex the ear with superficial thoughts.
When deeper thoughts upswell, the jarring discord
Of harsh speech is hushed, and senses seem
As little as may be to share the ecstasy.
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