The Appetite For Silence Is

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.

Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind That Were The Mind Dissolved - The Site Of It By Architect Could Not Again Be Proved.

My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun - In Corners - Till A Day The Owner Passed - Identified - And Carried Me Away -

Speech Is One Symptom Of Affection; And Silence One; The Perfect Communication Is Heard Of None.