Stillborn Silence, thou that art Floodgate of the deeper heart; Offspring of a heavenly kind, Frost o' the mouth and thaw o' the mind; Secrecy's confident, and he Who makes religion mystery; Admiration's speakingest tongue, -- Leave thy desert shades among Reverend hermits' hallowed cells, Where retiredest Devotion dwells; With thy enthusiasms come, Seize this maid, and strike her dumb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY OF THEE AND ME by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB |