Silence is a sounding thing, To one who listens hungrily
I want to hear the chanting
Around a heathen fire
Of a strange black race.
I want to feel the surging
Of my sad people's soul
Hidden by a minstrel-smile.
All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death.
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