There always is a noise when it is dark;
It is the noise of silence and the noise
Of blindness.
The noise of silence and the noise of blindness
Do frighten me,
They hold me stark and rigid as a tree!
These frighten me,
These hold me stark and rigid as a tree!
Because at last their tumult is more loud
Than thunder.
Songs From The Clay [1915]
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