SEE, yonder, the belfry tower That gleams in the moon's pale light; Or is it a ghostly flower That dreams in the silent night? I listen and hear the chime Go quavering o'er the town, And out of this flower of Time Twelve petals are wafted down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE BLACK COTTAGE by ROBERT FROST SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 2 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |