Silence chatters in the quietness of the day
No one hears its clamor when it does the play
When 'tis heart finds an escape in the eye
Hear not even its own lamented sigh
Curve lines of rejoice through its gape in awe
Its pride brags whilst searching your flaw
And if time begs to hear its loudest sound
Train thy ear to listen from your own ground
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