3.29.2011

No Chimes

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
I sleep only knowing night
A time by time unmark'd
And waking comes with light
Across the dome is arc'd
The sun, whose burning face
Is with its color return'd,
Whose winter resting place
The north, is now only spurn'd;
I seek this time of peace
Whose face is yet unmark'd
By minutes' gloomy lease
To count, to count has spark'd
This change to dif'rent time
When it can be avail'd,
Which has the breath of rhyme
The swell of bells' increase
And has the poem's pace
As death nor tax's might
Against it has prevail'd.

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