Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/86

 THE FUNERAL BELL

more is gone

Out of the busy throng

That tread these paths;

The church-bell tolls,

Its sad knell rolls

To many hearths.

Flower-bells toll not,

Their echoes roll not

Upon my ear;

There still perchance

That gentle spirit haunts

A fragrant bier.