SOFT, THE BELLS
Gregory Richard Barden 1958 (Portland, ME)
soft, soft, I ring the bells
soft, the bluebells blooming
softer tho', her pleading eyes
with each breath, consuming ...
hark, hark, I call to thee
hark, so blushes morning
hearken to her linen cheek
crimson as the borning ...
haste, haste, alas the years
haste to cut the bracken
hasten, to her dimming gaze
'for the shadows slacken ...
hush, hush, I whisper yet
hush to bide the nether
hushing now, her angel voice
gone, my love ... forever
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