The Precept of Silence
Lonel Johnson
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.
This is a beautiful, soulful poem. I have never heard it before. I may have to look up the author…
It works perfectly with the photo you put it on too.
Thanks. I have another one of his poems I intend to put up with a picture.