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American Poetry, 1922

American Poetry, 1922

Frost, Robert

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Gifts & Stationery GeneralGeneral Poetry

ISBN10: 1975760875
ISBN13: 9781975760878
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Sep 2 2017
Pages: 122
Weight: 0.38
Height: 0.26 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
zes into the street And swims the cold and the heat, He has always been there, At least so say the cobbles in the square. They listen to the beat Of the hammered bell, And think of the feet Which beat upon their tops; But what they think they do not tell. And the swans who float Up and down the moat Gobble the bread the Bishop feeds them. The slim bronze men beat the hour again, But only the gargoyles up in the hard blue air heed them. When the Bishop says a prayer, And the choir sing -Amen, - The hammers break in on them there: Clang! Clang! Beware! Beware! The carved swan looks down at the passing men, And the cobbles wink: -An hour has gone again.- But the people kneeling before the Bishop's chair Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square. An hour of day and an hour of night, And the clouds float away in a red-splashed light. The sun, quotha? or white, white Smoke with fire all alight.

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