NOW speaks the naked wind alone Since earth's frail poetry is done, And summer's tuneful lips are sealed. The dusk is deep on every field Where flowers glimmered, white and cool As stars repeated in a pool. I find, as through the night I pass, Silence where every music was. A softer silence falls for each Lost syllable of silver speech, And sinks and settles to a hush; The stillness is one sound: the rush Of the wind's singing, soft and strong. It is the only endless song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TO DIANEME (1) by ROBERT HERRICK REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON APRIL by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: POOR LISA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A SONG OF ONE IN OLD AGE by EDWARD CARPENTER |