The Belfry I have seen it standing up grey, Gaunt, as though no sunlight Could ever thaw out the music Of its great bell: terrible In its own way, for religion Is like that. There are times When a black frost is upon One’s whole being, and the heart In its bone belfry hangs and […]
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