SILENCE by: Thomas Hood (1799-1845)  HERE is a silence where hath been no sound,There is a silence where no sound may be,In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,Or in wide desert where no life is found,Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;No voice is hush'd--no life treads silently,But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,That never spoke, over the idle ground:But in green ruins, in the desolate wallsOf antique palaces, where Man hath been,Though the dun fox or the wild hyaena calls,And owls, that flit continually between,Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan--There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. MORE POEMS BY THOMAS HOOD RELATED LINKS Thomas Hood: Bibliography - A bibliography of the works of Thomas Hood; includes a brief list of critical and biographical resources. Purchase books by Thomas Hood |
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