Speech And Silence.

The words that pass from lip to lip
For souls still out of reach!
A friend for that companionship
That's deeper than all speech!

Bliss Carman

Bliss Carman was a Canadian poet, born in Fredericton, New Brunswick. He is best known for his nature poems and lyrical verse. Carman was a leading figure in the Confederation period of Canadian literature and is often remembered for his collections such as 'Low Tide on Grand Pré' and 'Songs of the Sea Children'. His work reflects a deep romanticism and connection to the natural world. Throughout his career, he collaborated with several other poets, including Charles G.D. Roberts and Archibald Lampman.

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The Speech Of Silence.

        The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;
    I know thou livest, and them lovest me,
        And yet I wish some white ship would come sailing
    Across the ocean, beating word from thee.

        The dead calm awes me with its awful stillness.
    No anxious doubts or fears disturb my breast;
        I only ask some little wave of language,
    To stir this vast infinitude of rest.

        I am oppressed with this great sense of loving;
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To The Beloved

Oh, not more subtly silence strays
    Amongst the winds, between the voices,
Mingling alike with pensive lays,
    And with the music that rejoices,
Than thou art present in my days.

My silence, life returns to thee
    In all the pauses of her breath.
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    That out of thee awakeneth;
And thou, wake ever, wake for me.

Full, full is life in hidden places,
    For thou art silence unto me.
Full, full is thought in endless spaces.
    Full is my life.    A silent sea
Lies round all shores with long embraces.

Thou art like silence all unvexed
    Though wild words part my soul from thee.
Thou art like silence unperplexed,
    A secret and a mystery
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    Amongst the winds, between the voices,
Mingling alike with pensive lays,
    And with the music that rejoices,
Than thou art present in my days.

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    In all the pauses of her breath.
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    That out of thee awakeneth;
And thou, wake ever, wake for me.

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Lies round all shores with long embraces.

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I am the word that lovers leave unsaid,
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I am the speech of prophets when their eyes
    Behold some splendid vision of the soul;
The song of morning stars, the hills' replies,
    The far call of the immaterial pole.

And, since I must be mateless, I shall win
    One boon beyond the meed of common clay:
My life shall end where other lives begin,
    And live when other lives have passed away.

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Off with the fetters
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The winsome witches,
Blithely combine.
Here are true riches,
Here is Golconda,
Here are the Indies,
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Free, as the sea.
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At our own sweet will.

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To be good or bad,
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