At six o'clock of an autumn dusk
With the sky in the west a rusty red,
The bells of the mission down in the valley
Cry out that the day is dead.
The first star pricks as sharp as steel -
Why am I suddenly so cold?
Three bells, each with a separate sound
Clang in the valley, wearily tolled.
Bells in Venice, bells at sea,
Bells in the valley heavy and slow -
There is no place over the crowded world
Where I can forget that the days go.
Bells
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: autumn, red, sea, sky, star, world, steel, place, cold, sharp, forget, clock, heavy, slow, suddenly, sound, Valentine's Day, valley, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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