Bells overbrim with sound <br />And spread from cupolas <br />Out through the shaking air <br />Endless unbreaking circles <br />Cool and clear as water. <br /> <br />A stone dropped in the water <br />Opens the lips of the pool <br />And starts the unovertaking <br />Rings, till the pool is full <br />Of waves as the air of bells. <br /> <br />The deep-sea bell of sleep <br />Under the pool of the mind <br />Flowers in concentric circles <br />Of annihilation till <br />Both sight and sound die out, <br />Both pool and bells are quelled. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Stephen Fryer<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bells-pool-and-sleep/
