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.