The Bells Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The bells their ringing how much it played
Its own part in the history of us humans!
High on the steeples
Challenging the furies of the Winds
The Gales, the Train and somewhat Snows!
Yet
They continue ringing despite
The onset of rust and long ago.

Ah! alas age passes
Even on the heavy bronze
Of bells
They too grow hoarse at times
But
We love them so well
We
Rotate them all around us
Even to a parting knell!

Thus civilization forming
Thus civilization following
What will the bells, the old bells do
When immortality grows in its shoes
When spent the time
When biers and coffins with tears mix
And sighs
And as the coffin in earth lowered
Such cries!
All gone!
They will be gone!
These will be specters if
And when
We usher Immortality:
Then
Though the violets rooting
Themselves in some cemetery
Will at the touch of a red dusk
Twine bend
And pine
Yet
Tombs will often empty be
For sake of Immortality!