YOUR voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |