SILENCE

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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 last night’s echoings
         Make the daybreak shiver:

I feel the silence waiting
         To sip them all up again,
In its completeness drinking
         Down the noise of men.