Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou <br />Three brethren named, the guardians gloomy-winged <br />Of one abyss, where life, and truth, and joy <br />Are swallowed up—yet spare me, Spirit, pity me, <br />Until the sounds I hear become my soul, <br />And it has left these faint and weary limbs, <br />To track along the lapses of the air <br />This wandering melody until it rests <br />Among lone mountains in some...<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-apostrophe-to-silence/
