Silence
Thomas Hood
Silence
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold graveunder the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hushdno life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox or wild hyna calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
