IN these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide, When a gentle,
silent maiden, Walked in beauty at my side She alone there walked beside me All in beauty, like a bride.
And this noisiness, this exultation at the moment of the ship's departure, make a tremendous contrast to the
silent moments of her arrival in a foreign roadstead - the
silent moments when, stripped of her sails, she forges ahead to her chosen berth, the loose canvas fluttering softly in the gear above the heads of the men standing still upon her decks, the master gazing intently forward from the break of the poop.
Each
silent worshipper seemed purposely sitting apart from the other, as if each
silent grief were insular and incommunicable.
Cassy stood
silent, while large, heavy tears dropped from her downcast eyes.
But Zarathustra kept
silent for two days, and was cold and deaf with sadness; so that he neither answered looks nor questions.
At that the Editor turned to his knife and fork with a grunt, and the
Silent Man followed suit.
Stephen was
silent again until they had turned out of the sun into a side lane, all grassy and sheltered.
He was
silent, looking on the ground for two long minutes.
His father was a spare old man, his hands gnarled after the work of a lifetime,
silent and upright; in the evening he read the paper aloud, while his wife and daughter (now married to the captain of a fishing smack), unwilling to lose a moment, bent over their sewing.
Pierre remained gloomily
silent, answering in monosyllables and apparently immersed in his own thoughts.
Before it was altogether dark the curious crowd had collected in the street,
silent, as a rule, and expectant, with here and there a scoffer uttering his incredulity and courage with scornful remarks or ribald cries.
No longer shall her little silken figure flit up and down your quiet staircases, no more deck out your
silent rooms with flowers, humming the while some happy little song.