Silences in the mind, the haunting Silences,
 Silences daunting,
 Chill as a cavern's air, immuring hollow gloom
 Yet inly luring
 Like springs that ooze there, glidings from the stone:
 What strange, dark tidings
 You brim with! First, the doubted certainties,
 Then fancies routed
 By a spectral whisper from unstable worlds
 That turns to fable
 Accepted hope and fever of desires;
 A whispered Never,
 Out of a vapour clothing from afar
 All things in Nothing.
Silences In The Mind
written byRobert Laurence Binyon
© Robert Laurence Binyon





