Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Golden Silences
GOLDEN SILENCES.
THERE is silence that saith, "Ah me!" There is silence that nothing saith; One the silence of life forlorn, One the silence of death; One is, and the other shall be.
One we know and have known for long, One we know not, but we shall know, All we who have ever been born; Even so, be it so,—There is silence, despite a song.
Sowing day is a silent day, Resting night is a silent night; But whoso reaps the ripened corn Shall shout in his delight, While silences vanish away.