Brief, on a flying night, From the shaken tower, A flock of bells take flight. And go with the hour. Like birds from the cote to the gales, Abrupt -- O hark! A fleet of bells set sails, And go to the dark. Sudden the cold airs swing. Alone, aloud, A verse of bells takes wing And flies with the cloud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER SHIRT SALE by CARL SANDBURG JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON RANCH WOMAN by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY |