In silence which no weighted sound could plumb I sat before the pulpit, while a son Of canonized Ignatius deftly spun A sermon with quick fingers and a thumb; And seated there among the deaf and dumb, It seemed to me, remembering Babylon Of the many living languages, that none Became so much that stilly state to come, For at the benediction music pealed A chant of mighty chords, and suddenly The cleric to his only hearer sang As sang a lark one distant morn to me O'er the deaf and tongueless lying in their field, While the Irish bells of Limerick loudly rang. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON MEN OF WAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 2 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE WEDDING FEAST: 4 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |