BIRDS stayed not their singing, The heart its beating, The blood its steady coursing. The child in the dark womb Stirred; dust settled in the tomb. Old wounds were still smarting, Echoes were hollow-sounding, New desires still upspringing. No silent Armistice might stay Life and Death wrangling in the old way. Earth's pulse still was beating, The bright stars circling; Only our tongues were hushing. While Time ticked silent on, men drew A deeper breath than passion knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EXTEMPORE ON BEING SHOWN SHOE BUCKLES WORN BY DAVID GARRICK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |