SILENCE
by: Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
- HERE is
a silence where hath been no sound,
- There is a silence where no sound may be,
- In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,
- Or in wide desert where no life is found,
- Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
- No voice is hush'd--no life treads silently,
- But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
- That never spoke, over the idle ground:
- But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
- Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
- Though the dun fox or the wild hyaena calls,
- And owls, that flit continually between,
- Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan--
- There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
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