Keep quiet, keep close and hold to thee thy feelings and thy reverie,
and let them stay in spirit deeps
where they may rise and set as bright as shining comets in the night :
look on them and keep quiet.
How can the heart itself express ?
Thy thoughts another cannot guess or understand by what thou’rt moved.
The uttered thought’s a lying thing !
Paddling, thou dost pollute the spring !
Drink of it, and be quiet.
Live only in the inner mind.
A world is in the soul confined of thy most secret-magic thoughts.
The daylight will their vision blear, and worldly hubbub dulls their ear.
Hark how they sing ! Be quiet !
Translatedfrom the Russian of Tyutchev