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SHEEPBELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN

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First Line: MOONSWEET THE SUMMER EVENING LOCKS
Last Line: WHERE THE WOODLARK SINGS.
Subject(s): BELLS;
MOONSWEET the summer evening locks
The lips of babbling day:
Mournfully, most mournfully
Light dies away.

There the yew, the solitary,
Vaults a deeper melancholy,
As from distant bells
Chance music wells
From the browsing-bells.

Thus they dingle, thus they chime,
While the woodlark's dimpling rings
In the dim air climb;
In the dim and dewy loneness
Where the woodlark sings.



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