'Ding a ding,'
The sweet bells sing,
And say:
'Come, all be gay'
For a wedding day.
'Dong a dong,'
The bells sigh long,
And call:
'Weep one, weep all'
For a funeral.
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vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return
by Emily Dickinson
142
Whose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled -
And no one made reply.
Perhaps they did not hear, I said,
I will inquire again -