T.S. Eliot - Silence lyrics

Along the city streets, It is still high tide, Yet the garrulous waves of life Shrink and divide With a thousand incidents Vexed and debated:— This is the hour for which we waited— This is the ultimate hour When life is justified. The seas of experience That were so broad and deep, So immediate and steep, Are suddenly still. You may say what you will, At such peace I am terrified. There is nothing else beside.