Silence
This is a deep hell, to be expressionless,
To leave emotion inarticulate,
To guess some form of Love or Joy or Hate
Shadowed in an imperial loveliness
Behind the hurrying thoughts that crowd and press,
To track, to follow, to lie down, to wait,
And at the last before some fearful gate
To stand eluded and companionless.
Oh, if proud summer's high magnificence
And all the garnered honey of sweet days,
And sweets of sweeter nights, cannot prevail
Against this spell of tongue-tied impotence,
How shall we sing my soul when skies are pale,
And winter suns shed melancholy rays?
To leave emotion inarticulate,
To guess some form of Love or Joy or Hate
Shadowed in an imperial loveliness
Behind the hurrying thoughts that crowd and press,
To track, to follow, to lie down, to wait,
And at the last before some fearful gate
To stand eluded and companionless.
Oh, if proud summer's high magnificence
And all the garnered honey of sweet days,
And sweets of sweeter nights, cannot prevail
Against this spell of tongue-tied impotence,
How shall we sing my soul when skies are pale,
And winter suns shed melancholy rays?
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