Duncan Campbell Scott - Angelus

A deep bell that links the downs <br />To the drowsy air; <br />Every loop of sound that swoons, <br />Finds a circle fair, <br />Whereon it doth rest and fade; <br />Every stroke that dins is laid <br />Like a node, <br />Spinning out the quivering, fine, <br />Vibrant tendrils of a vine: <br />(Bim - bim - bim.) <br />How they wreathe and run, <br />Silvern as a filmy light, <br />Filtered from the sun: <br />The god of sound is out of sight, <br />And the bell is like a cloud, <br />Humming to the outer rim, <br />Low and loud: <br />(Bim - bim - bim.) <br />Throwing down the tempered lull, <br />Fragile, beautiful: <br />Married drones and overtones, <br />How we fancy them to swim, <br />Spreading into shapes that shine, <br />With the aura of the metals, <br />Prisoned in the bell, <br />Fulvous tinted as a shell, <br />Dreamy, dim, <br />Deep in amber hyaline: <br />(Bim - bim - bim.)<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angelus/