The Tongueless One

There stands that Mute into whose ear the ages have whispered their secrets-- There stands that Mute with lusting eye and lusting ear who uttereth naught-- Mute of a myriad secrets who knoweth whither we wend; Mute of the graven face and the alabaster hands-- There before me stands that Mute whose earthly name is Death-- That Mute into whose monstrous ear all things are whispered but who UTTERETH NAUGHT.