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Baby Bell. Baby

Bell.

Bearing the holy Dead to heaven.

She touched a bridge of So

light they did not

Of

the celestial asphodels,

They

fell

Then

all

And

thus

like

bend the

dew upon

— those

flowers,

bells

the flowers

the air grew strangely sweet

came dainty Baby

Into this world of ours.

Bell

feet,