(To Eleonora Duse) <br /> <br />We are anhungered after solitude, <br />Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound, <br />Soft quiet hovering over pools profound, <br />The silences that on the desert brood, <br />Above a windless hush of empty seas, <br />The broad unfurling banners of the dawn, <br />A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun; <br />Our souls are fain of solitudes like these. <br />O woman who divined our weariness, <br />And set the crown of silence on your art, <br />>From what undreamed-of depth within your heart <br />Have you sent forth the hush that makes us free <br />To hear an instant, high above earth's stress, <br />The silent music of infinity?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-4/
