O CURFEW of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn! From the dark belfries of you cloud-cathedral wafted, Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn! Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight, O'er land and sea they rise and fall, O Bells of Lynn! The fisherman in his boat, far out beyond the headland, Listens, and leisurely rows ashore, O Bells of Lynn! Over the shining sands the wandering cattle homeward Follow each other at your call, O Bells of Lynn! The distant lighthouse hears, and with his flaming signal Answers you, passing the watchword on, O Bells of Lynn! And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges, And clap their hands, and shout to you, O Bells of Lynn! Till from the shuddering sea, with your wild incantations, Ye summon up the spectral moon, O Bells of Lynn! And startled at the sight, like the weird woman of Endor, Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT REVELATION by ROBERT PENN WARREN MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER PEACE PICTURES by ELIZABETH I. BARNES THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |