The bells ring out on frozen air,
Their song too solemn, far too rare.
And yet I feel them in my chest—
Like hope that shivers into rest.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde
366 poems day-by-day for a leap year
366 poems day-by-day for a leap year
The bells ring out on frozen air,
Their song too solemn, far too rare.
And yet I feel them in my chest—
Like hope that shivers into rest.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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