The poem
Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as water.
A stone dropped in the water Opens the lips of the pool And starts the unovertaking Rings, till the pool is full Of waves as the air of bells.
The deep-sea bell of sleep Under the pool of the mind Flowers in concentric circles Of annihilation till Both sight and sound die out, Both pool and bells are quelled.