SO faint, no ear is sure it hears, <br />So faint and far; <br />So vast that very near appears <br />My voice, both here and in each star <br />Unmeasured leagues do bridge between; <br />Like that which on a face is seen <br />Where secrets are; <br />Sweeping, like veils of lofty balm, <br />Tresses unbound <br />O'er desert sand, o'er ocean calm, <br />I am wherever is not sound; <br />And, goddess of the truthful face, <br />My beauty doth instill its grace <br />That joy abound.<br /><br />Thomas Sturge Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-sings/
