Bells In The Rain Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Bells In The Rain

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lindbergh Hughes 10 October 2009

Fantatic! ! ! I love this writer..She is magnific!

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Elinor Morton Wylie

Elinor Morton Wylie

Somerville, New Jersey
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