L.J.K. OLIVA

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.”
~Joseph Roux

“Ring Out, Wild Bells”
Alfred Lord Tennyson

RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.