George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
The SilentJones Very (18131880)
T
A murmur in the beating wave,
The heart has never understood
To tell in words the thoughts they gave.
When wandering on the lonely shore;
And could the lips its voice make known,
’T would sound as does the ocean’s roar.
Some chord is struck the strain to swell;
Nor sounds nor language can define,—
’T is not for words or sounds to tell.
Whose goings forth, unknown to all,
Bids bending reed and bird rejoice,
And fills with music Nature’s hall.
It speaks, where’er man’s feet have trod;
Beyond the lips’ deceitful art,
To tell of Him, the Unseen God.