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BELLS by SAROJINI NAIDU

First Line: ANKLET-BELLS! FRAIL ANKLET-BELLS!
Last Line: AND PEACE FOR SUFFERING HEARTS THAT DIE!
Subject(s): BELLS; DEATH; MELODIES; PRAISE; PRAYER; DEAD, THE;
@3Anklet-bells@1

ANKLET-BELLS! frail anklet-bells!
That hold Love's ancient mystery
As hide the lips of limpid shells
Faint tones of the remembered sea,
You murmur of enchanted rites,
Of sobbing breath and broken speech,
Sweet anguish of rose-scented nights
And wild mouths calling each to each
Or mute with yearning ecstasy.

@3Cattle-bells@1

Cattle-bells! soft cattle-bells!
What gracious memories you bring
Of drowsy fields and dreaming wells,
And weary labour's folded wing,
Of frugal mirth round festal fires,
Brief trysts that youth and beauty keep.
Of flowering roofs and fragrant byres
White heifers gathered in for sleep,
Old songs the wandering women sing.

@3Temple-bells@1

Temple-bells! deep temple-bells!
Whose urgent voices wreck the sky!
In your importunate music dwells
Man's sad and immemorial cry
That cleaves the dawn with wings of praise,
That cleaves the dark with wings of prayer,
Craves pity for our mortal ways,
Seeks solace for our life's despair,
And peace for suffering hearts that die!



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