The Moon is distant from the sea
And yet can touch the sea
As the touch that stirs the slumbering waves
Is the essence that stirs me —

For every gentle breath I feel
In nature’s fair embrace
Is the pulse of all that life unfolds,
And blesses every space —

So now when stillness takes my heart
And whispers soft and small
I feel the moon upon my lips
And hear the silence call —

• Emily Dickinson