YOUR voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG |