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The Christening Ive christened these, my poesies, The Bells, Because there is, or should be, in all rhymes, A music soft and silv ryas the chimes That float at evening through the twilight dells, Born in the belfry of some village church, Hid by the ivy clamb ring from its porch. Because some verses have a solemn roll, Sweetly sad, a melancholy swelling, Like the deep bells of a cathedral, telling... More

The Christening Ive christened these, my poesies, The Bells, Because there is, or should be, in all rhymes, A music soft and silv ryas the chimes That float at evening through the twilight dells, Born in the belfry of some village church, Hid by the ivy clamb ring from its porch. Because some verses have a solemn roll, Sweetly sad, a melancholy swelling, Like the deep bells of a cathedral, telling The sad departure of another Soul For the Eternal City! that far shore, Where, like a sea, Time breaketh evermore! Because in Bells there something is to me Of rhythms and the poets of gone years A sad reverberation, breeding tears, Touching the finer chords of memory! Bells be the name !may their vibrations clear, Fall in mild cadences upon thine ear! II.
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