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George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.

The Silent

Jones Very (1813–1880)

THERE is a sighing in the wood,

A murmur in the beating wave,

The heart has never understood

To tell in words the thoughts they gave.

Yet oft it feels an answering tone,

When wandering on the lonely shore;

And could the lips its voice make known,

’T would sound as does the ocean’s roar.

And oft beneath the windswept pine

Some chord is struck the strain to swell;

Nor sounds nor language can define,—

’T is not for words or sounds to tell.

’T is all unheard, that Silent Voice,

Whose goings forth, unknown to all,

Bids bending reed and bird rejoice,

And fills with music Nature’s hall.

And in the speechless human heart

It speaks, where’er man’s feet have trod;

Beyond the lips’ deceitful art,

To tell of Him, the Unseen God.