A Poem of Felicia Hemans in The Court Magazine Volume II 1833

by Felicia Hemans

A Poem of
Felicia Hemans
in
The Court Magazine
Volume II
1833

Compiled
By
Peter J. Bolton

The Silent Multitude

The Court Magazine, 1833, Volume II, Page 167

THE SILENT MULTITUDE.

BY MRS. HEMANS.

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"No conversation,
No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers,
No careful father's counsel; nothing's heard,
Nor nothing is, but all oblivion,
Dust and an endless darkness."
Fletcher.

A mighty and a mingled throng,
    Were gather'd in one spot,
The dwellers of a thousand homes,
    Yet 'midst them voice was not.

The soldier and his chief were there,
    The mother and her child;
The friends, the sisters of one hearth—
    None spoke, none mov'd, none smiled.

Those lovers met, between whose lives
    Years had swept darkly by;
After that heart-sick Hope deferr'd,
    They met—but silently!

You might have heard the gliding brook,
    The breeze's faintest sound,
The shiver of an insect's wing,
    On that thick-peopled ground.

Your voice to whispers would have died
    For that deep Quiet's sake;

Your step the softest moss have sought,
    Such stillness not to break!

What held the countless multitude
    Bound in that spell of peace?
How could the ever-sounding life
    Among so many cease?

Was it some pageant of the heavens,
    Some glory high above,
That link'd and hush'd those human souls,
    In reverential love?

Or did some burdening Passion's weight
    Hang on this in-drawn breath?
Awe—the pale awe that freezes words?
    Fear—the strong fear of death?

A mightier thing—Death, Death himself,
    Lay on each lonely heart;
Kindred were these, yet hermits all—
    Thousands—but each apart!