The Bell-I

The Bell in grief stands out. And if the winter blows then more it stands. the bell in grief I hear sing in the night sing with the hoarse wind dear. the bell it moves its tongue but a hand pulls below or near. History is a great friend. The bell knows it. The land knows it. the bell it ushers funerals of state and funerals of us it distinguishing not its solitary usual tone reserved equal and same for all. The bell's democratic and the bell's egalitarian and the bell's romantic for The Bell in grief stands out. And if the winter blows then more it stands.