Bells of gray crystal <br />Break on each bough-- <br />The swans' breath will mist all <br />The cold airs now. <br />Like tall pagodas <br />Two people go, <br />Trail their long codas <br />Of talk through the snow. <br />Lonely are these <br />And lonely and I .... <br />The clouds, gray Chinese geese <br />Sleek through the sky.<br /><br />Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bells-of-gray-crystal/
