The Bell Flower
It rings; open-ended shape of a bell,
Especially a flower -but to ring?
Only to a heart and fills air with smell
With scent and not sound yet it still will sing.
Air made so fresh by such a lovely thing.
Bell Flowers fills air with its stifling sweet,
Bells blessed by Lordly rain and suns kind heat.
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