The Broken Tower

The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell Of a spent day – to wander the cathedral lawn From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell. Have you not heard, have you not seen that corps Of shadows in the tower, whose shoulders sway Antiphonal …

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if(among silent skies bluer than believing)a little gay earth opening is all the flowers of his eyes :april’s they this if now or this(young trembling any) into flame twig or limb explodes and o each living ablaze greenly thing ;may has come love(by yes every new bird no bigger than to sing) leaf is wing …

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