Poems (Storrie)/Silence

by Agnes Louisa Storrie

For works with similar titles, see Silence.

Silence

Oh! silence, thou unvisioned harp, whose strings Beneath the touch of every sound vibrate, Thou shoreless ocean, where like sea-birds' wings That, fitful, skim the surface of a great Impassiveness, our little human speech Scarce ruffles thy repose, then sinks and dies As echoless as thou. Oh silence! teach Our human hearts the strength that in thee lies; The depth of thy eternal calm is wrapped The fretful circle of our lives about As the round globe of earth itself is lapped In the vast vagueness of the air without. Thou art the voice of God, that underneath The sounds of Time speaks, eloquent as death.