To my fellow Seton students, I do apologize. A good deal of my favorite pieces of poetry have been discovered through the 11th-grade American Literature textbook, so Setoners will probably have seen them before, and will groan instinctively at anything reminding them of the dreaded schoolwork.
|via Amanda Flynn's Pinterest.|
by Blanche Mary Kelly
I know a windswept hill where all day long
Comes never footfall nor the sound of word,
Only by swallow's wing or woodlark's song
Is that immense and brooding stillness stirred.
I sat awhile in that lost, listening place,
And felt the pulse of Time beat slow, beat slow,
Watching, upon the mountain sides of space
The bright feet of God's heralds come and go.
On pinions of that silence was I raised,
With awe pervaded and pierced utterly,
Like theirs that from an Ostian window gazed
Beyond the bastions of eternity.
NOTES: Silentium Altum means "High Silence" in Latin. The "Ostian window" refers to an episode in the life of St. Augustine. Once he and his mother, St. Monica, were discussing the nature of eternal life, and as they stood at the window of their house in Ostia, they were granted a vision of the joys of heaven.