Silence and solitude may hint <br />(Whose home is in yon piney wood) <br />What I, though tableted, could never tell-- <br />The din which here befell, <br />And striving of the multitude. <br />The iron cones and spheres of death <br />Set round me in their rust, <br />These, too, if just, <br />Shall speak with more than animated breath. <br />Thou who beholdest, if thy thought, <br />Not narrowed down to personal cheer, <br />Take in the import of the quiet here-- <br />The after-quiet--the calm full fraught; <br />Thou too wilt silent stand-- <br />Silent as I, and lonesome as the land.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-uninscribed-monument-on-one-of-the-battle-fields-of-the-wilderness/
