Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain, <br />Upon the steep cliffs of the town. <br />Sleep falls; men are at peace again <br />While the small drops fall softly down. <br /> <br />The bright drops ring like bells of glass <br />Thinned by the wind, and lightly blown; <br />Sleep cannot fall on peaceful grass <br />So softly as it falls on stone. <br /> <br />Peace falls unheeded on the dead <br />Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink; <br />Upon a live man's bloody head <br />It falls most tenderly, I think.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bells-in-the-rain/
