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. Lord Alfred Tennyson In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] To read this poem in full, check out Selected Poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published by Penguin Classics, or visit the American Academy of Poets.   … [Read more...]