Nothing delicate or fine seems to reach this soul of mine. Only heavy harmonies, sudden chords that jar; Winds blowing through a forest, Waves breaking on a bar. So I seek for silence, where the secrets are: Silence like the moonlight . . . or a falling star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE A THOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY by MAMIE COLLINS BARRY AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON IRREPARABLENESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NOR CARE TOO MUCH by MARY E. BUFFINTON |