Resonance

Coldly chiming beyond the veil of rain, how hard It is the shut out the refrain, Of bells in echoed discord on the mossy wall, from the Chapel in the graveyard in the fall. How the village seems to welcome autumn chill, and home Creeps the darkness from the hill, As it rolls with fluid stealth into the trees, and whispers Rattle branches in the breeze. The resonance of ages sweeps the grass, with breath and kiss Of times that come and pass, Where spiders spin their webs that turn to frost, I fear The transmigration of the lost. How long will it continue in this vein, the appetites Of love that must abstain? And how much will the hungry heart endure, the tainted Fade of echoes sad allure?