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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
THE SILENCE OF TENNYSON
When that great shade into the silence vastThrough thinking silence past;
When he, our century's soul and voice, was husht,
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Within the holy moonlight of his death
Waited the parting breath;
Ah, not in song
Might we our grief prolong.
Silence alone, O golden spirit fled!
Silence alone could mourn that silence dread.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||