Lionel Pigot Johnson

(1867-1902 / England)

The Precept Of Silence - Poem by Lionel Pigot Johnson

I know you: solitary griefs,
Desolate passions, aching hours!
I know you: tremulous beliefs,
Agonised hopes, and ashen flowers!

The winds are sometimes sad to me;
The starry spaces, full of fear:
Mine is the sorrow on the sea,
And mine the sigh of places drear.

Some players upon plaintive strings
Publish their wistfulness abroad:
I have not spoken of these things,
Save to one man, and unto God.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 14, 2010

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