It answered me with silence,
Silence above.
I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishermen go–
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.
Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song–
But how can I give silence
My whole life long?
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I understood the rest too well,
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swellOf a sunny shallow sea.But you I never understood,Your spirit’s secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleonAges ago in waters cold.Submitted by Venus