Some voices whisper, others have
No words at all, save tones,
While others still will yell and blame,
Yet all have roots somewhere in you.
The whisperers are likely to be new,
For their audibility depends
On silence, and that is hard to do.
The toners come from before
The language came. The yellers blame
            because they were not heard
At all their first time round,
And will be damned if they’re ever
Going to be shut up again.
They are your orphan selves,
Pressed down beneath
The seething tide of time,
And wondering where they’ve got to.
Give ear and understanding,
For as they grow again, from what
They never had before,
So, indeed, will you.

— Gerald Blake Storrow