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The Inner Silence

Noises that strive to

Earth's mantle soft of air And break upon the stillness where it dwells:

The noise of battle and the noise of prayer,

The cooing noise of love that softly tells Joy's brevity, the brazen noise of laughter— All these affront me not, nor echo

Through the long memories.

They may not enter the deep chamber

Forever silence is.

Silence more soft than spring hides in the

Beneath her budding flowers;

Silence more rich than ever was the sound Of harps through long warm hours, 'Tis like a hidden vastness, even as though Great suns might there beat out their measures

Nor break the hush mightier than they.

There do I dwell eternally,

There where no thought may follow me,

Nor stillest dreams whose pinions plume the way.

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Harriet Monroe

Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was …

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