O, heavens, the eloquent song of the silence! Asleep lay the sun in the vines, on the sod, And asleep in the sun lay the green-girdled islands, As rock'd to their rest in the cradle of God. God's poet is silence. His song is unspoken. And yet so profound, so loud, and so far, It fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, And as soft, and as fair, and as far as a star. The shallow seas moan. From the first they have mutter'd And mourn'd, as a child, and have wept at their will. . . The poems of God are too grand to be utter'd: The dreadful deep seas they are loudest when still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND ART by ROBERT BROWNING THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE; A FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PLOUGH; A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |