FAINT music of a bell which dawn brings to my ear, made my heart young again here at the break of day. Faint bell-like music which through dewy dawn I hear ringing so far, so near, changed all I hope and fear. What, shall I after this survive my dear-bought bliss, music by which my soul's far youth recovered is? Chiming so far away, so lonely and withdrawn, O little singing air in the fresh heart of dawn, you flee, return and ring: seeking like love to stray, you tremble in my heart here at the break of day. Ah, can life ever be of such serenity, so peaceful, mild and fair as is this little air? So simple yet so sweet as, over meadows borne, this little tune that thrills all the fresh heart of morn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES |