Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellised grape,
Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene...

Poet: Walt Whitman

The Baby sits in her cradle,
  Watching the world go round,
Enrapt in a mystical silence,
  Amid all the tumult of sound.
She must be akin to the flowers,
    For no one has heard
    A whispered word
From this silent baby of ours.

...

Sonnet Xxx.
when to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends...

Translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Das stille Land”

        INTO the Silent Land!
    Ah, who shall lead us thither?
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand.
    Who leads us with a gentle...



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Silent, Silent Night

Quench the holy light

Of thy torches bright.


For possess'd of Day

Thousand spirits stray

That sweet joys betray.


Why should joys be...

Poet:

There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent

As that endured

Which uttered, would discourage Nature

And haunt the World.

Poet:

        I see the sons of Genius rise

            The nobles of our land;

        And foremost in the gathering ranks

            I see the poet band.

 

        That Priesthood of the beautiful,
...

Poet: