Edna St. Vincent Millay - Hearing your words and not a word among them (Sonnet XXXVI) lyrics

Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day When inland woods were pushed by winds that flung them Hissing to leeward like a ton of spray; I thought how off Matinicus the tide Came pounding in, came running though the Gut, While from the Rock the morning whistle cried, And children whimpered and the doors blew shut; There in the autumn when the men go forth, In gardens stripped and scattered, peering north, With dahlia tubers dripping from the hand: The wind of their endurance, driving south, Flattened your words against your speaking mouth.