Green Silence
Silence, whose drowsy eyelids are soft leaves, And whose half-sleeping eyes are the blue flowers, On whose still breast the water-lily heaves, For all her speech the whisper of the showers. Made of all things that in the water sway, The quiet reed kissing the arrowhead, The willows murmuring, all a summer day, "Silence" - sweet word, and ne'er so softly said As here along this path of brooding peace, Where all things dream, and nothing else is done But all such gentle businesses as these Of leaves and rippling wind, and setting sun Turning the stream to a long lane of gold, Where the young moon shall walk with feet of pearl, And, framed in sleeping lilies, fold on fold, Gaze at herself, like any mortal girl.
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"Silence, whose drowsy eyelids are soft leaves,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Richard Le Gallienne delivers a powerful performance in "Green Silence"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...