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

by Adelaide Crapsey

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Comments (6)

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 ding dong Ding dong bell. Fantastic write.
a poem of examples of how things die? including oneself.
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
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