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and two pretty poems and a song, for Ann Marie:
After I uploaded the picture and specifically noted the sweet little bell, I reached into my book to find A Light exists in spring, unable to think of a more suitable poem for an old church image. I lifted the bookmark from the page it had been left in, and about shuddered to see the words How still the bells..., underneath! I'd never read this one before. Strange coincidence, would you say?!
How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
And of course, this too, because it's just guaranteed to make you gladd.
A LIGHT exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
-Emily Dickinson
1 comment:
Perfect and oh so lovely! You're the best!!!!
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