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...IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG INSCRIPTION FOR AN ICE-HOUSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD KING EDWARD THE THIRD by WILLIAM BLAKE GLOOMY DECEMBER by ROBERT BURNS VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF DRUMLANRIG WOODS by ROBERT BURNS |