Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)
Substitution
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare not cry, Aches round you like a strong disease and new— What hope ? what help ? what music will undo That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh, Not reason's subtle count; not melody Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew; Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees To the clear moon; nor yet the spheric laws Self-chanted, nor the angels' sweet ' All hails,' Met in the smile of God: nay, none of these. Speak THOU, availing Christ !—and fill this pause.
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