O, heavens, the eloquent song of the silence! Asleep lay the sun in the vines, on the sod, And asleep in the sun lay the green-girdled islands, As rock'd to their rest in the cradle of God. God's poet is silence. His song is unspoken. And yet so profound, so loud, and so far, It fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, And as soft, and as fair, and as far as a star. The shallow seas moan. From the first they have mutter'd And mourn'd, as a child, and have wept at their will. . . The poems of God are too grand to be utter'd: The dreadful deep seas they are loudest when still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |