Out of the clean, wide, wind-swept spaces Where sounds cross over from song to song, And thought reaches thought and interlaces, I found you aloof from the calling throng. And I called you over the tumult of living, Over the boundaries of sense and ties, And my soul exults without misgiving When out of the spaces your soul replies. What of the clangor of vain endeavor? What of the routine of life for a space? In every silence your voice forever; In every darkness the light of your face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |