The Bell

I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.

Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.

To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.

And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Comments (6)

It is a good creation of vikram seth.this is a love poem which touchs heart of the reader
Peacefully delighted the soul. Regards.
Very good poem. It touches me. I invite you to read my poem Oath and other poems please and write something. Yours, Gajanan Mishra
A fantastic poem. A very different subject and amazingly expressed with perfect simplicity. Thank you.
============================================================ Making Love (read having relation) with stranger is certainly different experience. I can visualise the couple being coupled under Indian traditional marriage. This is a time tested riddle free system of establishing relation to run longer. Rest matters a little. ============================================================ beyond marks.
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