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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CARILLON, by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL Poet's Biography
First Line: The steeple scatters its doves
Last Line: Your wings ride the air.
Subject(s): Bells
First Line: The steeple scatters its doves
Last Line: Your wings ride the air.
Subject(s): Bells
The steeple scatters its doves
Like an overblown rosetree
When the chime moves.
She must bear music alone,
Shutting her chamber windows
Now you are gone?
Gone -- but your memory sings,
Overtones, life of her living,
A belfry of wings.
Ghosts should be seemly, still,
But wild in her heart you are waking
At the chime's will.
And rapt as a pair
Of doves with the carillon pealing
Your wings ride the air.
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