(1) <br /> <br />The rose new-opening saith, <br />And the dew of the morning saith, <br />(Fallen leaves and vanished dew) <br />Remember death. <br />Ding dong bell <br />Ding dong bell <br /> <br />(2) <br /> <br />May-moon thin and young <br />In the sky, <br />Ere you wax and wane <br />I shall die; <br />So my faltering breath, <br />So my tired heart saith, <br />That foretell me death. <br />Ding-dong <br />Ding-dong <br />Ding-dong ding-dong bell <br /> <br />(3) <br /> <br />'Thy gold hair likes me well <br />And thy blue eyes,' he saith, <br />Who chooses where he will <br />And none may hinder - Death. <br />At head and feet for candles <br />Roses burning red, <br />The valley lilies tolling <br />For the early dead: <br />Ding-dong ding-dong <br />Ding-dong ding-dong <br />Ding-dong ding-dong bell <br />Ding-dong bell<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chimes-5/
