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Silences

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

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Drawing the boundary…

Half Awake

by Anne Whitney

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Silences

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

'Tis a world of silences. I gave a cry
In the first sorrow my heart could not withstand; 
I saw men pause, and listen, and look sad, 
As though an answer in their hearts they had;
Some turned away, some came and took my hand, 
For all reply.

I stood beside a grave. Years had passed by; 
Sick with unanswered life I turned to death, 
And whispered all my question to the grave, 
And watched the flowers desolately wave, 
And grass stir on it with a fitful breath, 
For all reply.

I raised my eyes to heaven; my prayer went high 
Into the luminous mystery of the blue; 
My thought of God was purer than a flame 
And God it seemed a little nearer came, 
Then passed; and greater still the silence grew, 
For all reply.

But you! If I can speak before I die, 
I spoke to you with all my soul, and when 
I look at you 'tis still my soul you see. 
Oh, in your heart was there no word for me? 
All would have answered had you answered then 
With even a sigh.

Half Awake

by Anne Whitney

Ah, working-day life,
Pain, struggle and strife—
Ado and undoing,
Action and rueing,
Much undertaking,
Yet ne'er a thing making;
Purposing featly
To break as completely!
What do I live for?
What do I grieve for?
Millions like me have lived,
Millions like me have grieved;
Of each be it said
That earth was his bed,
And there he lay dreaming:
For a day, however it seemed,
He dreamed;— for a night, he dreamed that he dreamed.

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