Poems by Emily Dickinson: X ("How still the bells")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
X
How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
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