OF all good gifts that the Lord lets fall, Is not silence the best of all? The deep, sweet hush when the song is closed, And every sound but a voiceless ghost; And every sigh, as we listening leant, A breathless quiet of vast content? The laughs we laughed have a purer ring With but their memory echoing; And the joys we voiced, and the words we said, Seem so dearer for being dead. So of all good gifts that the Lord lets fall, Is not silence the best of all? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE ROSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER |