Untold

Walking and throbbing, I come among the people like a shadow, I sit by each man's side, None sees me but they look at each other and know that I am there, Then,as hunted deer that cannot flee, they turn upon their thoughts and stand at the bay, wounded and weak and panting. My silence is like the fearful calm, that slumbers in the storm's portentous pause, like a deepened rime in a shallow night. My touch is as electric poison, opened in the workshop of the people, like a condensed heat in a soaring day. My roar is like the moonlight in a lofty wood, that pours pale magic through the shadowy leaves, like the dead's blood sprinkled in the deepest night. My name! O my name, as ugly as sin, Oh, praise me not the silent folk, To me they only seem like leafless, bird-abandoned oak. When birds are dead in the morning, armies trample in vain, destroyed with guns, hollering from earth and air. The horses-chestnuts drop their buds like tears, and the face of the waters that spread away is as gray as the face of the dead. I am more terrible than armies, and more feared than canines, Kings and Chancellors give command, I give no command but I am listened to more than Kings and more than Emperors. Their hearts,though stout and brave, still like muffled drums beats marches to the grave, And their soul is lost and tossed like a ship unruddered in a shoreless sea, Then like a cold wave on a shore,comes silence and she sings no move. I unsay words and undo deeds, Naked things know me, I am the first and the last to be felt by the living, I am untold.