Charing Cross
At five o'clock they ring a tinkly bell; The April dawn glimmers along the beds, There is a lifting up of weary heads From weary pillows. Our old citadel Hath still held out, and while the miracle Of morning is unbared again, and spreads All the young East with greens and blues and reds Each of us wakes to his particular hell. But even on this bitter shore of Styx Where Life to dogged Death puts the last schism, We kindle for the ending of the dark: The Asthma feebly jokes the Aneurism, The little bandaged boy in Number Six Sings "Ye shall die" with a voice like a lark.
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"At five o'clock they ring a tinkly bell;..."
This evocative piece by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland, titled "Charing Cross", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...