A Moment of Silence (verse)
Batlard, Charles
A Moment of Silence An odd stillness falls on the little group; And from somewhere steals a faint, strange unrest, Like the palest shadow of a grief Long past and conqueredOr perhaps no more...
...Then someone looks up and says, "The clock has stopped...
...Charles Ballard...
...And from somewhere steals a faint, strange unrest, Like the palest shadow of a grief Long past and conqueredOr perhaps no more than the regret we feel When a well-loved voice has ceased reading or speaking...
Vol. 11 • December 1929 • No. 6
