Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, br Sounds wave their little wings br A moment, then in weariness settle br On the flood that soundless swings. br br Whether the people in the street br Like pattering ripples go by, br Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs br With a loud, hoarse sigh: br br Or the wind shakes a ravel of light br Over the dead-black river, br Or night’s last echoing br Makes the daybreak shiver: br br I feel the silence waiting br To take them all up again br In its vast completeness, enfolding br The sound of men.