I loose the secrets of my soul <br />And mint my heart to heavy words <br />Lest you should need to ask a dole <br />Of singing from the winds and birds— <br />You will not heed nor bear my soul. <br /> <br />I coin again a greater sum <br />Of silence, and you will not heed: <br />The fallow spaces call you “Come, <br />The season’s ripe to sow the seed”— <br />Both I and these are better dumb. <br /> <br />I have no way to make you hear, <br />No song will echo in your heart; <br />Now must I with the fading year <br />Fade. Without meeting we must part— <br />No song nor silence you will hear.<br /><br />Joseph Mary Plunkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-song-2/
