I WHO have heard solemnities of sound -- The throbbing pulse of cities, the loud roar Of ocean on sheer ledges of gaunt rock, The chanting of innumerable winds Around white peaks, the plunge of cataracts, The whelm of avalanches, and, by night, The thunder's panic breath -- have come to know What is earth's mightiest voice -- the desert's voice -- Silence, that speaks with deafening tones of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE THE WIND SUFFERS by LAURA RIDING CHOPIN'S NOCTURNE IN G MINOR by ARLO BATES TO WOMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |