Malade - Sách nói Miễn phí

SILENCE

SINCE I lost you I am silence-haunted,
       Sounds wave their little wings
     A moment, then in weariness settle
       On the flood that soundless swings.

     Whether the people in the street
       Like pattering ripples go by,
     Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs
       With a loud, hoarse sigh:

     Or the wind shakes a ravel of light
       Over the dead-black river,
     Or night's last echoing
       Makes the daybreak shiver:

     I feel the silence waiting
       To take them all up again
     In its vast completeness, enfolding
       The sound of men.