Classic Poem

When I remember you there falls
A silence in my mind,
As after gusty intervals
Settles the spent wind,
And a far voice in the stillness calls,
Silver, and very kind.

Then I give over matching words
Against an old despair,
And I know the sky would fill with birds,
With song would fill the air,
If you could see in broken sherds
The life that was so fair.

You did not shatter it, but I
Broke it into my hands;
Wherefore my sky is a silent sky
And all lands twilight lands:
Of pride that towered as heaven high
There is not one wall stands.