SilenceTHERE 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 hush'dno 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.
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About Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood was a 18th-century English poet and humorist. Thomas Hood was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, Athenaeum, and Punch. Read more on Wikipedia →