My silence is not of the grave,
But of the sea, that speaks not save
In whispers and in murmurs;
And when it speaks, its words are love.
My silence is not of the night,
But of the stars, that shine not save
In soft and tender light;
And when they shine, their light is love.
My silence is not of the dead,
But of the living, who have fed
On thoughts that are divine;
And when they speak, their words are love.
My silence is not of the tomb,
But of the life that knows not doom,
But lives in peace and love;
And when it lives, its life is love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem