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 />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-22/
