Classic Poem

There should not be singing
In my blood today;
I should lock my fingers
Like one who would pray,
And shape a thought to quiet
What my lips might say.

I should pray to Silence
When sounding in my veins
Is the one song, the long song,
Heard in leaning rains
And every step whose echoes
Break on windowpanes.

O Silence, lend my singing
What was never heard;
Let me taste the sweetness
Of breath as yet unstirred,
That I may cry out with the cry
Of your unuttered word.