Like a bell note shivered into fragments of fine sound: The summer night. But silence and the stillness do astound Me more than all this strange-go-round Of multitudinously minted chords along the ground. This is an edifice of silence, vast: Into the chinks of silence sound will creep A little while -- and fall asleep, Its strength being spent and past. They say the crickets sing all night: I know They strike against the walls of silence, Insistently, a futile blow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A SEA-PRAYER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CROMWELL'S SOLILOQUY OVER THE DEAD BODY OF CHARLES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON R.C. DALLAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |