Christopher Morley

(5 May 1890 – 28 March 1957 / Haverford, Pennslyvania)

The Secret - Poem by Christopher Morley

IT was the House of Quietness
To which I came at dusk;
The garth was lit with roses
And heavy with their musk.

The tremulous tall poplar trees
Stood whispering around,
The gentle flicker of their plumes
More quiet than no sound.

And as I wondered at the door
What magic might be there,
The Lady of Sweet Silences
Came softly down the stair.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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