WE that are swift with words Keep silence now... Teach me the speech of birds, Or tell me how Leaves talk in unstirred light, Or streams make murmuring, Or at what greyest height The slow rain learns to sing. These have one simple way Of saying all... Why on our sudden day Must silence fall? Quiet—quiet you stand, And give no sound nor sign But this—your outstretched hand Is trembling more than mine! |