I LISTEN to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as I talk, And take them in thrall. My words fly off a forge The length of a spark; I see the night-sky easily sip them Up in the dark. The lark sings loud and glad, Yet I am not loth That silence should take the song and the bird And lose them both. A train goes roaring south, The steam-flag flying; I see the stealthy shadow of silence Alongside going. And off the forge of the world, Whirling in the draught of life, Go sparks of myriad people, filling The night with strife. Yet they never change the darkness Or blench it with noise; Alone on the perfect silence The stars are buoys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A DAY IN THE CASTLE OF ENVY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |