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.

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