His noise disturbed me -- I could not abide The thrilling of his horn, the rush of feet, The slam of doors, and many sounds unsweet, But these I hear no more for he has died. The quiet breaks my heart -- it haunts my dreams, For, since no sound from him can break the air, I only think and think with dumb despair, How loud, how very loud the silence seems. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON FLOWER-GATHERING by ROBERT FROST GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI I WOULD BE THE SUN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SUNRISE TRUMPETS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LINES ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |