July 07, 1926
Bell Tower
I have seen, O desolate one, the voice has its tower, The voice also, builded at secret cost. Its temple of precious tissue. Not silent, then. Forever. Casting silence in your hour. There marble boys are leant from the light throat Thick locks that hang with dew, and eyes dew-lashed, Dazzled with morning, angels of the wind, With ear a-point to the enchanted note. READ MORE >>
