“Never the least stir made the listeners,Though every word he spakeFell echoing through the shadowiness of the still houseFrom the one man left awake:Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,And the sound of iron on stone,And how the silence surged softly backward,When the plunging hoofs were gone.”Walter de la Mare The Listeners (1912)
“"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence champed the grassesOf the forest's ferny floor.”Walter de la Mare The Listeners (1912)
“We wake and whisper awhile,But, the day gone by,Silence and sleep like fieldsOf amaranth lie.”Walter de la Mare All That's Past.