All day with anxious heart and wondering ear I listened to the city; heard the ground Echo with human thunder, and the sound Go reeling down the streets and disappear. The headlong hours, in their wild career, Shouted and sang until the world was drowned With babel-voices, each one more profound . . . All day it surged -- but nothing could I hear. That night the country never seemed so still; The trees and grasses spoke without a word To stars that brushed them with their silver wings. Together with the moon I climbed the hill, And, in the very heart of Silence, heard The speech and music of immortal things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VOICE FROM THE CHORUS by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 32 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |