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Silence

Since I lost you I am silence—haunted,
Sounds wave their little wings
A moment, then in weariness settle
On the flood that soundless swings.
 
Whether the people in the street
Like pattering ripples go by,
Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs
With a loud, hoarse sigh:
 
Or the wind shakes a ravel of light
Over the dead—black river,
Or night’s last echoing
Makes the daybreak shiver:
 
I feel the silence waiting
To take them all up again
In its vast completeness, enfolding
The sound of men.
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