I HEARD the bells across the trees, I heard them ride the plunging breeze Above the roofs from tower and spire, And they were leaping like a fire, And they were shining like a stream With sun to make its music gleam. Deep tones as though the thunder tolled, Cool voices thin as tinkling gold, They shook the spangled autumn down From out the tree-tops of the town; They left great furrows in the air And made a clangor everywhere As of metallic wings. They flew Aloft in spirals to the blue Tall tent of heaven and disappeared. And others, swift as though they feared The people might not heed their cry Went shouting VICTORY up the sky. They did not say that war is done, Only that glory has begun Like sunrise, and the coming day Will burn the clouds of war away. There will be time for dreams again, And home-coming for weary men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH QUATORZAINS: 7. ANOTHER FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |