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Show 1 - The Woods CONTRAST. Nature loves neither silences nor noise, She has her silence and she has her sound. Yet all the melody that she employs But serves to make her silence more profound. y j The sweeping desert, yellow, bare and I mute, Seems deader for a wheeling vul-nire's vul-nire's scream. The single quaver of a lonely lute But makes the night seem nearer to a dream. The son Is silent far from shores unseen, un-seen, Save where a ripple tumbles to abyss ; As whitened water makes the green more green, The day is calmer for the bubble's hiss. From such as these I learn the forest's for-est's charm 'Tis not Its silence, silent though It be; It Is Its sound unpoisoned with alarm, Its whisper like the whisper of the sea. Shouting nor silence, neither enters here Only the melody of far-off things. A drifting cloud mukes skies more fair appear. The wood is stiller for the whir of wings. (Copyright.) j. |