WITHIN the hollow silence of the night I lay awake and listened. I could hear Planet with punctual planet chiming clear, And unto star star cadencing aright. Nor these alone: cloistered from deafening sight, All things that are, made music to my ear: Hushed woods, dumb caves, and many a soundless mere, With Arctic mains in rigid sleep locked tight. But ever with this chant from shore and sea, From singing constellation, humming thought, And life through time's stops blowing variously, A melancholy undertone was wrought; And from its boundless prison-house I caught The awful wail of lone Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. FORMS ETERNAL AS THE MOUNTAINS by EDWARD CARPENTER TO A YOUNG LADY, WHOSE BIRD WAS NEARLY KILLED by NATHANIEL COTTON |