Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
That the wind sways above a ruined shrine.
Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells
Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath
Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod.
They shall not live who have not tasted death.
They only sing who are struck dumb by God.

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Poet: Joyce Kilmer (Joyce Kilmer Art)
Poem: 22. Poets
Volume: Trees and Other Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1914
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