Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, <br /> Sounds wave their little wings <br />A moment, then in weariness settle <br /> On the flood that soundless swings. <br /> <br />Whether the people in the street <br /> Like pattering ripples go by, <br />Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs <br /> With a loud, hoarse sigh: <br /> <br />Or the wind shakes a ravel of light <br /> Over the dead-black river, <br />Or night’s last echoing <br /> Makes the daybreak shiver: <br /> <br />I feel the silence waiting <br /> To take them all up again <br />In its vast completeness, enfolding <br /> The sound of men.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-14/
