SILENCE and Solitude may hint (Whose home is in you piny wood) What I, though tableted, could never tell -- The din which here befell, And striving of the multitude. The iron cones and spheres of death Set round me in their rust, -- These, too, if just, Shall speak with more than animated breath. Thou who beholdest, if thy thought, Not narrowed down to personal cheer, Take in the import of the quiet here -- The after-quiet -- the calm full fraught; Thou too wilt silent stand, -- Silent as I, and lonesome as the land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON TO ATHENA by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |