BURIED deep it lies, A metal bell with a hollow sound, Deep down in the ground. Scanning the skies For stars to wear As moondust in our hair, We walk around. With simulated glee each goes, Peering for tiny flowers of rose Spangled on the ground. So carefully covered, hidden it lies, This metal bell of hollow sound; With finger on lips, we move around; For no one dares, oh, no one dares See the smiling mask that each one wears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TO THE MOST DISCONSOLATE GREAT BRITAIN by THOMAS CAMPION |