Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHEEPBELLS, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Moonsweet the summer evening locks Last Line: Where the woodlark sings. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Bells | ||||||||
MOONSWEET the summer evening locks The lips of babbling day: Mournfully, most mournfully Light dies away. There the yew, the solitary, Vaults a deeper melancholy, As from distant bells Chance music wells From the browsing-bells. Thus they dingle, thus they chime, While the woodlark's dimpling rings In the dim air climb; In the dim and dewy loneness Where the woodlark sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 3. FEEDING THE RABBITS by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG AND WOLF: 4. THE HOUR BETWEEN DOG by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE HOURS; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPIRE CRANES by DYLAN THOMAS KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET VICTORY BELLS by GRACE HAZARD CONKLING THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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