One does not need to credit death. The human heart to rest is fain. O'er sleeping fields the evening's breath dreams, and I hear eternity chime in the bending ears of grain. "Hark. An angelus dies in heaven's blue height." Be comforted. Hours pass away. Hushed is the belfry? God doth wake. The nightingale salutes the day, hid in the turret's rose-tree brake, and, in its turn, will mourn the night. "Hark. Once again the hour doth swell." But the bell's already fast asleep. Eternity is chiming deep borne by the sweet, tormented breath of zephyr and of Philomel. One does not need to credit death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT by EDWARD LEAR BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE EAVES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |