Sonnet – Silence

There are some qualities – some incorporate things,
&nbsp &nbsp That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
&nbsp &nbsp From matter and light, envinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence – sea and shore –
&nbsp &nbsp Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
&nbsp &nbsp Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terorless: his name’s „No More.”
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
&nbsp &nbsp No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
&nbsp &nbsp Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man), commend thyself to God!

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