Escape
I turned to the world for silence
But only turmoil kept
The very hills and valleys
Where beauty once had crept.
I turned to my heart for silence
I did not find it there,
For therein were the tyrants
Sorrow and despair.
I turned to my soul for silence—
There like a pensive pool
Was silence like a king in state
Calm, serene, and cool.
Credit
From Black Opals 1, no. 3 (June, 1928). This poem is in the public domain.
Date Published
06/01/1928