Quiet, Quiet Dead, Have Ye Aught To Say From Your Hidden Bed In The Earthy Clay? Fathers, Children, Mothers, Ye Are Very Quiet; Can Ye Shout, My Brothers? I Would Know You By It! Have Ye Any Words That Are Like To Ours? Have Ye Any Birds? Have Ye Any Flowers? Could Ye Rise A Minute When The Sun Is Warm? I Would Know You In It, I Would Take No Harm. I Am Half Afraid In The Ghostly Night; If Ye All Obeyed I Should Fear You Quite. But When Day Is Breaking In The Purple East I Would Meet You Waking-- One Of You At Least-- When The Sun Is Tipping Every Stony Block, And The Sun Is Slipping Down The Weathercock. Quiet, Quiet Dead, I Will Not Perplex You; What My Tongue Hath Said Haply It May Vex You! Yet I Hear You Speaking With A Quiet Speech, As If Ye Were Seeking Better Things To Teach: "Wait A Little Longer, Suffer And Endure Till Your Heart Is Stronger And Your Eyes Are Pure-- A Little Longer, Brother, With Your Fellow-Men: We Will Meet Each Other Otherwhere Again."