A Passing Bell Comments

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! great expressions my dear poet. tony

Never, he is not, whatever shall come to pass. No, look at the wet starling.......touching concluding. Beautiful poem.

Mournfully the trees are waving... and birds and life shaking in rain, a pathetic picture it paints on rain, very touching, but I wonder how the same scenario would have been drawn in places where rains are so welcome, even by the birds..