“Silence fell. The clock on my mantel ticked aloud and the wind outside flowed past like a river.”
Source: There Will Be Time (1972), Chapter 16 (p. 175)
“The moonlight rolls down like a river,
The silence streams out like a sea;
And far where the eastern winds quiver,
My farewell goes floating to thee.”
And Thou Too (1888)
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