A Passing Bell by D.H. Lawrence — Read

MOURNFULLY to and fro, to and fro the trees are

waving;

_What did you say, my dear?_

The rain-bruised leaves are suddenly shaken, as a

child

Asleep still shakes in the clutch of a sob--

_Yes, my love, I hear._

One lonely bell, one only, the storm-tossed afternoon

is braving,

_Why not let it ring?_

The roses lean down when they hear it, the tender,

mild

Flowers of the bleeding-heart fall to the throb--

_It is such a little thing!_

A wet bird walks on the lawn, call to the boy to come

and look,

_Yes, it is over now._

Call to him out of the silence, call him to see

The starling shaking its head as it walks in the

grass--