Sara Teasdale - Bells lyrics

At six o'clock of an autumn dusk   With the sky in the west a rusty red, The bells of the mission down in the valley   Cry out that the day is dead. The first star pricks as sharp as steel—   Why am I suddenly so cold? Three bells, each with a separate sound   Clang in the valley, wearily tolled. Bells in Venice, bells at sea,   Bells in the valley heavy and slow— There is no place over the crowded world   Where I can forget that the days go.