Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Bells in the Rain

Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain, 
Upon the steep cliffs of the town. 
Sleep falls; men are at peace again 
While the small drops fall softly down.

The bright drops ring like bells of glass 
Thinned by the wind, and lightly blown; 
Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass 
So softly as it falls on stone.

Peace falls unheeded on the dead 
Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink; 
Upon a live man’s bloody head 
It falls most tenderly, I think.

1. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
2. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
3. The Little Beauty That I Was Allowed
4. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile
5. The Broken Man

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