I have crouched in your kivas by night;
Kept step with your dancers by day;
Wrapped myself in your garments of white,
And laughed with your maidens at play.

Your songs have I sung, and your drums
Have I beaten in rhythmic tattoo;
Have eaten your feast and your crumbs—
Yet never in truth have known you.

There's a door no one may unlatch,
A silence that speaks not at all,
A music the ear fails to catch,
And a mist that shuts down like a pall.

With your flocks safe in fold, from the steeps
You watch the stars glow in the blue.
There's a hush in the deeps beyond deeps
That is kin to the hush within you!