BURIED deep it lies, A metal bell with a hollow sound, Deep down in the ground. Scanning the skies For stars to wear As moondust in our hair, We walk around. With simulated glee each goes, Peering for tiny flowers of rose Spangled on the ground. So carefully covered, hidden it lies, This metal bell of hollow sound; With finger on lips, we move around; For no one dares, oh, no one dares— See the smiling mask that each one wears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE |