How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
Podcast music by the Monks and Choirs of Kiev Pechersk Lavra
June 15, 2008 in Life, Podcasts, Poems | No comments
How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
Podcast music by the Monks and Choirs of Kiev Pechersk Lavra
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Her — “last Poems” –
Poets — ended –
Silver — perished — with her Tongue –
Not on Record — bubbled other,
Flute — or Woman –
So divine –
Not unto its Summer — Morning
Robin — uttered Half the Tune –
Gushed too free for the Adoring –
From the Anglo-Florentine –
Late — the Praise –
‘Tis dull — conferring
On the Head too High to Crown –
Diadem — or Ducal Showing –
Be its Grave — sufficient sign –
Nought — that We — No Poet’s Kinsman –
Suffocate — with easy woe –
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom –
Put Her down — in Italy?
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