Nowhere far, could wandering take you from me
That dear, and close, you shall remain
No span, fell sleep, should set you free
From hearts whose calls have captured thee
Inescapable, I would maintain
The security wrung of those joyful Bells
Their sound, athamé of that circle plain
A spell whose plea on us, to never fail, or care to wane
Let it be remembered well;
For all the days until our last..
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 1-1, (1) 2-2, (2) 3-3, (3) 4-4, (4) 1-1, (5) 2-2, (6) 3-3, (7) 4-4, (8) 1-1, (9) 2-2, (1) "Nothing can separate you from us, because no thing or distance can break the spell that binds our hearts.." For you, Bells.
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