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IN MEMORY OF MY FRIEND, JOYCE KILMER, POET AND SOLDIER |
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IN MEMORY OF MY FRIEND, JOYCE KILMER, POET AND SOLDIER
I hear a thousand chimes,
I hear ten thousand chimes,
I hear a million chimes
In Heaven.
I see a thousand bells,
I see ten thousand bells,
I see a million bells
In Heaven.
I hear ten thousand chimes,
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In Heaven.
I see a thousand bells,
I see ten thousand bells,
I see a million bells
In Heaven.
Listen, friends and companions.
Through the deep heart,
Sweetly they toll.
Through the deep heart,
Sweetly they toll.
I hear the chimes
Of tomorrow ring,
The azure bells
Of eternal love. ...
I see the chimes
Of tomorrow swing:
On unseen ropes
They gleam above.
Of tomorrow ring,
The azure bells
Of eternal love. ...
I see the chimes
Of tomorrow swing:
On unseen ropes
They gleam above.
Rejoice, friends and companions.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll.
They shake the sky
They blaze and sing.
They fill the air
Like larks a-wing,
Like storm-clouds
Turned to blue-bell flowers.
Like Spring gone mad,
Like stars in showers.
They blaze and sing.
They fill the air
Like larks a-wing,
Like storm-clouds
Turned to blue-bell flowers.
Like Spring gone mad,
Like stars in showers.
Join the song,
Friends and companions.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll.
Friends and companions.
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Sweetly they toll.
And some are near,
And touch my hand,
Small whispering blooms
From Beulah Land.
Giants afar
Still touch the sky,
Still give their giant
Battle-cry.
And touch my hand,
Small whispering blooms
From Beulah Land.
Giants afar
Still touch the sky,
Still give their giant
Battle-cry.
Join hands, friends and companions.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll.
And every bell
Is voice and breath
Of a spirit
Who has conquered death,
In this great war
Has given all,
Like Kilmer
Heard the hero-call.
Is voice and breath
Of a spirit
Who has conquered death,
In this great war
Has given all,
Like Kilmer
Heard the hero-call.
Join hands,
Poets,
Friends,
Companions.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll!
Poets,
Friends,
Companions.
Through the deep heart
Sweetly they toll!
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |