Silence Poem by William Bell Scott

Silence



Speech is silver, silence gold:
Speech goes out,
Speech roams about,
To market flies, is bought and sold:
Silence at home spins fold on fold,
Folds thick or thin
To wrap her in,
Thoughts strong or weak,
Spins she round her body bare.
Having nothing else to wear:
But speech is silver, silence gold!
Why should we speak?

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