Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BELL, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES


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First Line: It is the bell of death I hear
Last Line: Nor love nor hate the mystery.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Bells; Death; Dead, The


IT is the bell of death I hear,
Which tells me my own time is near,
When I must join those quiet souls
Where nothing lives but worms and moles;
And not come through the grass again,
Like worms and moles, for breath or rain;
Yet let none weep when my life's through,
For I myself have wept for few.

The only things that knew me well
Were children, dogs, and girls that fell;
I bought poor children cakes and sweets,
Dogs heard my voice and danced the streets;
And, gentle to a fallen lass,
I made her weep for what she was.
Good men and women know not me,
Nor love nor hate the mystery.





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