The tinkle of a distant temple bell;
The sigh of robins parting from the hill;
The whisper of dreams returning to their center;
These are the sounds that tell us all is well.
The soft soliloquoy of smiles in the dark,
The beat of hearts with nothing to confess;
The susurrus of bicycles in flight;
These are the fields and font of all B.S.

Aloysius Sapientes
Small Words for Large Minds
Smothers Brothers, New York, 1958