American Poetry 1922/Prime
For other versions of this work, see Prime.
PRIME
Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.
Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.
This work was published before January 1, 1931, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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