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Silence:

     I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths
Of what use is language? A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities—
We cannot speak. 

Edgar Lee Masters.