Poems (Shipton)/Silence
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For works with similar titles, see Silence.
SILENCE.
He answered her not a word. . . . woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt."—Matt. xv. 23, 28.
Say not, "He answered nothing." Thou didst pray,
"Give me Thyself!" and lo! He takes away
Thine idol from thy fond arms' fevered fold;
His garment's hem thy failing fingers hold.
Hush! in that solemn silence He hath heard
Thy sob of anguish and each faltering word;
Go, plead again, and yet again: thy need
Is what thy Saviour meteth; therefore plead.
What! still He answereth nothing! Nay; beneath
That silence rolls, "O woman, great thy faith!"
"Give me Thyself!" and lo! He takes away
Thine idol from thy fond arms' fevered fold;
His garment's hem thy failing fingers hold.
Hush! in that solemn silence He hath heard
Thy sob of anguish and each faltering word;
Go, plead again, and yet again: thy need
Is what thy Saviour meteth; therefore plead.
What! still He answereth nothing! Nay; beneath
That silence rolls, "O woman, great thy faith!"