Sonnet. Silence.

A poem by Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave - under 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 hush'd - no 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 hy├Žna, 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.

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