Author Harry Lyman Koopman The mighty bells loud booming High in the lordly Dom Leave all the stunned air swooning Like surges dashed in foam. Below, by vault and portal, The shuddering echoes roll, As were each stone a mortal, Each sound its wandering soul. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments