<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Elizabeth Ward Perkins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme <br>Had force to rise from apathy, <br>And shaking off its lethargy <br>Ring word-tones like a Christmas chime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in my soul's high belfry, chill <br>The bitter wind of doubt has blown, <br>The summer swallows all have flown, <br>The bells are frost-bound, mute and still. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the crumbling boards the snow <br>Has drifted deep, the clappers hang <br>Prismed with icicles, their clang <br>Unheard since ages long ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rope I pull is stiff and cold, <br>My straining ears detect no sound <br>Except a sigh, as round and round <br>The wind rocks through the timbers old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below, I know the church is bright <br>With haloed tapers, warm with prayer; <br>But here I only feel the air <br>Of icy centuries of night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my feet the snow is lit <br>And gemmed with colours, red, and blue, <br>Topaz, and green, where light falls through <br>The saints that in the windows sit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here darkness seems a spectred thing, <br>Voiceless and haunting, while the stars <br>Mock with a light of long dead years <br>The ache of present suffering. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent and winter-killed I stand, <br>No carol hymns my debt to you; <br>But take this frozen thought in lieu, <br>And thaw its music in your hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343812" data-title="To Elizabeth Ward Perkins de Amy Lowell" data-description="Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like a Christmas chime. But in my soul's high belfry, chill The bitter wind of doubt has blown, The summer swallows all have flown..."></div> </div> </div>

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