By George Sterling

Faint is the sea's voice for so vast a thing,
  And weak the thunder of the enormous sky;
  The hurricane has but a feeble cry;
Only with torrents may the mountains sing.
But though a murmur come from sky and sea,
  The mightier things touch not a mortal ear;
  And who is he that turns from time to hear
The huge vibration of Eternity?

For in the void essential silence broods
On the great shadow of the magnitudes
  That house immutable oblivion.
What star has challenged? Who has known the sound
Of earth's progression on the cold profound?
  The vast is voiceless. Who shall hear the sun?

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