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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voiceless</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WE count the broken lyres that rest<br> Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,<br> But o'er their silent sister's breast<br> The wild-flowers who will stoop to number?<br> A few can touch the magic string,<br> And noisy Fame is proud to win them:--<br> Alas for those that never sing,<br> But die with all their music in them!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Nay, grieve not for the dead alone<br> Whose song has told their hearts' sad story,--<br> Weep for the voiceless, who have known<br> The cross without the crown of glory!<br> Not where Leucadian breezes sweep<br> O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow,<br> But where the glistening night-dews weep<br> On nameless sorrow's churchyard pillow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O hearts that break and give no sign<br> Save whitening lip and fading tresses,<br> Till Death pours out his longed-for wine<br> Slow-dropped from Misery's crushing presses,--<br> If singing breath or echoing chord<br> To every hidden pang were given,<br> What endless melodies were poured,<br> As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a></strong></div>