Silent Bells

She enters, says no word and sees no thing,
But to her desk she goes and starts to write.
I’ll not disturb her, and so I do not sing,
And this goes on all day and into night.
I rise, get up and fill my coffee cup;
Return, sit down and read my book again,
While she keeps calmly moving her bright pen.
At last she stands, walks off as in a trance,
Absorbed within the world of her romance.
I’ll not disturb her, and so I do not sing,
Though giant silent bells in me do ring.

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