Elinor Morton Wylie

(7 September 1885 – 16 December 1928 / Somerville, New Jersey)

Bells In The Rain - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
Sleep falls; men are at peace again
While the small drops fall softly down.

The bright drops ring like bells of glass
Thinned by the wind, and lightly blown;
Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass
So softly as it falls on stone.

Peace falls unheeded on the dead
Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink;
Upon a live man's bloody head
It falls most tenderly, I think.

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  • Rookie Lindemberg Pereira (10/10/2009 6:11:00 AM)

    Fantatic! ! ! I love this writer..She is magnific! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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