NOW speaks the naked wind alone Since earth's frail poetry is done, And summer's tuneful lips are sealed. The dusk is deep on every field Where flowers glimmered, white and cool As stars repeated in a pool. I find, as through the night I pass, Silence where every music was. A softer silence falls for each Lost syllable of silver speech, And sinks and settles to a hush; The stillness is one sound: the rush Of the wind's singing, soft and strong. It is the only endless song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE BOTHWELL: PART 5 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ASOLANDO: WHICH? by ROBERT BROWNING |