GOD must have loved a silence for He laid A stillness on the sunset and the dawn, Upon the moment when the bird has gone Leaving a note, high hung within the glade, More sweet than when he sang it; noons that pass Too full of forest changelessness for sound, Creeping of little frosts along the ground, Silence of growth among the summer grass. God must have deeply loved the silences For is there one of us who has not known Promptings to silence that he speaks not of? What of an old remorse, a hope that is Too deeply hoped, what of a grief outgrown, And silent, old, unconquerable love? |