In my soul the bells are ringing Chiming, chiming, melody. In my soul the bells are ringing Gladsome tunes in thought of thee. 'Neath the rhythm of their swells I find love the harmony. Chiming, chiming, ever saying: "Love dies not, but ever tells Of joys on earth to be." In the rhythm softly swaying Hearts that cling so lovingly. With the music ever saying: "We have love and rich are we." This is what the music tells In the chiming of the bells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A FAVOURITE SCENE; RECALLED ON LOOKING AT BIRKET FOSTER'S LANDSCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO HER WHO PASSES by MAURICE BROWNE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ALL NIGHT LONG by EDWARD CARPENTER BILL JINKS by MARCUS ANDREW HISLOP CLARKE SONG OF VICTORY, FOR THE DEATH OF GOLIATH by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |