A hundred years ago the church bells spoke Resonant through the sleeping market place. The drowsy little village stirred and woke To the ancient beauty of the commonplace. The chimneys smoked, the morning tasks were taken Lads awoke jubilant to breathe the name Of a dear unnamed one, with her hair downshaken, Sighing to pass the hours till evening came. And in the evening sat the older folks To talk of how the young world took to sin. Down at the corner old men changed old jokes And thought the stage was late getting in. The stars came out, the cool earth whirled to morn, An old man died and a young child was born. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG KINDNESS TO ANIMALS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |