SO forceful are the giant elms, the hills, That this sharp bell which strikes the passing hours Disturbs not their controlling peace which stills All sense of strife beneath the college towers. Thus youth hears not the faint and far away Sad cry of life — sadder than God's great sea — Nor knows what bitter conflicts rage to-day, Where strive the millions of humanity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE APOLOGY OF THE BISHOPS IN ANSWER TO BONNER'S GHOST by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |