Far, far from here the church bells ring, As when I was a child, And there is one I dearly love Walks in the sunlight mild. To church she goes, and with her once I went, a little child. The church bells ring far, far away, The village streets are bright, The sunlight falls in slanting bars And fills the church with light. And I remember when I knelt Beside her, in delight. There's something lost, there's something lost, Some wisdom has beguiled! My heart has flown a thousand miles And in the sunlight mild I kneel and weep beside her there As she prays for her child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 35 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |