And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. - Alfred Edward Housman

There, by the starlit fences, The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

The difference between an icicle and a red-hot poker is really much slighter than the difference between truth and falsehood or sense and nonsense; yet it is much more immediately noticeable and much more universally noticed, because the body is more sensitive than the mind.

Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.