Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells <br /> That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. <br />Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells <br /> Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine. <br /> <br />Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath <br /> Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod. <br />They shall not live who have not tasted death. <br /> They only sing who are struck dumb by God.<br /><br />Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets/
