Declaiming Waters none may dread —
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature — they are full —
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I lived on Dread —
To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger — Other impetus
Is numb — and Vitalless —
As 'twere a Spur — upon the Soul —
A Fear will urge it where
To go without the Sceptre's aid
Were Challenging Despair. -
Silence is all we dread.
There's Ransom in a Voice —
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.