Here in the silence cometh unto me <br />A song that is not mine, <br />With wash of waves along the cold shore line, <br />And sob of wind, and rain upon the sea. <br />It is the song and message of the dead! <br />Around my soul to-night <br />I feel the kinship of the Infinite, <br />I hear the sound of voices that are fled. <br /> <br />And as beneath the viewless angel’s wing <br />Bethesda’s pool was stirred, <br />My heart is troubled by the mystic word <br />Of one who through my soul and lips would sing. <br /> <br />There is no note of wailing in the strain, <br />But resonant and deep, <br />Out of the vastness, doth the music sweep, <br />Into the silence dieth it again. <br /> <br />To breaking hearts it saith, “Be comforted. <br />With secret pain and tears <br />And night-long penance thro’ the torturing years <br />Vex not the spirits of the mighty dead.” <br /> <br />“Weep not thine error done, thy thought untold <br />Shall not their vision be <br />Subtler than ours, more delicate to see <br />All that the fulness of the heart can hold?” <br /> <br />“Make not by grief an evil of their good! <br />Where the Immortal look <br />Life’s hidden secrets are an open book, <br />All thou hast felt is known and understood.” <br /> <br />Out of the silence thro’ my soul to thine, <br />From realms unknown, <br />A breath of tenderness from far lips blown <br />Floats, with the promise of a Peace Divine. <br /> <br />And soaring thro’ the shadows where we grope <br />A mighty cadence rings, <br />A spirit moves with morning on its wings— <br />The Voice and Vision of Eternal Hope!<br /><br />George Essex Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-the-silence/
