The Poetry of Edward Thomas

By Afshan Aqil

STILL RINGING

I visit my school,
Sit under the Ashoka tree,
Straight and tall,
Before the gym hall.

Issuing from the tower 
Of St.Joseph’s Cathedral,
Floating in the air
Came the sound of the bell,

Peaceful, white,
Sailing light,
The most pleasing notes
I had ever heard.

The bells were still ringing 
When I woke up at dawn,
Filling the courtyard,
The garden and the lawn.  

By the boundary wall,
Stood the Ashoka tree, tall.
Beyond the low wall
Stretched the Western sky.

Bells were tinkling,
Incessant and merry
At a far-off shrine 
By the riverside.

Dr. Afshan Aqil lives in India. She has authored a book titled, The Poetry of Edward Thomas. She has taught English Literature to undergraduates.

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