Poets
Joyce Kilmer
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine. Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod. They shall not live who have not tasted death. They only sing who are struck dumb by God.
Next 10 Poems
- Joyce Kilmer : Prayer Of A Soldier In France
- Joyce Kilmer : Queen Elizabeth Speaks
- Joyce Kilmer : Roofs
- Joyce Kilmer : Roses
- Joyce Kilmer : Rouge Bouquet
- Joyce Kilmer : Servant Girl And Grocer's Boy
- Joyce Kilmer : St. Alexis
- Joyce Kilmer : St. Alexis, Patron Of Beggars
- Joyce Kilmer : St. Laurence
- Joyce Kilmer : Stars
