ALL silent things are beautiful: A hill with bended head; A vesper hour that lifts its face Framed in lingering red. A beauty fingers silent things So men who died have found This beauty like a vesper sky Within the quiet ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TIME TO DANCE by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND |