Chimes Poem by Adelaide Crapsey
Chimes
(1)
The rose new-opening saith,
And the dew of the morning saith,
(Fallen leaves and vanished dew)
Remember death.
Ding dong bell
Ding dong bell
(2)
May-moon thin and young
In the sky,
Ere you wax and wane
I shall die;
So my faltering breath,
So my tired heart saith,
That foretell me death.
Ding-dong
Ding-dong
Ding-dong ding-dong bell
(3)
'Thy gold hair likes me well
And thy blue eyes,' he saith,
Who chooses where he will
And none may hinder - Death.
At head and feet for candles
Roses burning red,
The valley lilies tolling
For the early dead:
Ding-dong ding-dong
Ding-dong ding-dong
Ding-dong ding-dong bell
Ding-dong bell
Such a creepy write about the inevitability of death. 'Thy gold hair likes me well And thy blue eyes, ' he saith, Who chooses where he will And none may hinder - Death. At head and feet for candles Roses burning red, is really very nice. Congrats.
Ding-dong bell! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Ding-dong ding-dong bell Ding-dong bell Nicely expressed with sweet lovely rhyme An outburst of musical enchantment Flowing through the whole poem. Sylva
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 2:01:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Roses burning red.... thanks for sharing...