Poem: “The Voiceless” by Oliver Wendell Holmes

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The Voiceless

We count the broken lyres that rest
  Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,—
But o’er their silent sister’s breast
  The wild flowers who will stoop to number?
A few can touch the magic string,
  And noisy Fame is proud to win them;—
Alas for those that never sing,
  But die with all their music in them!

Nay, grieve not for the dead alone
  Whose song has told their hearts’ sad story,—
Weep for the voiceless, who have known
  The cross without the crown of glory!
Not where Leucadian breezes sweep
  O’er Sappho’s memory-haunted billow,
But where the glistening night-dews weep
  On nameless sorrow’s churchyard pillow.

O hearts that break and give no sign
  Save whitening lip and fading tresses,
Till Death pours out his cordial wine
  Slow-dropped from Misery’s crushing presses,—
If singing breath or echoing chord
  To every hidden pang were given,
What endless melodies were poured,
  As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven!

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