SINCE I lost you I am silence-haunted, Sounds wave their little wings A moment, then in weariness settle On the flood that soundless swings. Whether the people in the street Like pattering ripples go by, Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs With a loud, hoarse sigh: Or the wind shakes a ravel of light Over the dead-black river, Or night's last echoing Makes the daybreak shiver: I feel the silence waiting To sip them all up again In its vast completeness drinking Down the noise of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY O YE JOYS! by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SONNET: YE POETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE SONG OF THE SOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |