THE saddest silence falls when Laughter lays Finger on lip, and falteringly breaks The glad voice into dying minor shakes And quavers, lorn as airs the wind-harp plays At urge of drearest Winter's bleakest days: A troubled hush, in which all hope forsakes Us, and the yearning upstrained vision aches With tears that drown e'en heaven from our gaze. Such silence -- after such glad merriment! O prince of halest humor, wit and cheer! Could you yet speak to us, I doubt not we Should catch your voice, still blithely eloquent Above all murmurings of sorrow here, Calling your love back to us laughingly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN THE PAST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE BURNHAM-BEECHES by HENRY LUTTRELL LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |