I DREAMED. Great bells around me pealed; The world in that sad chime was drowned; Sharp cries as from a battle-field Were strangled in the wondrous sound: Had all the kings of earth lain dead, Had nations borne them lapped in lead To torch-lit vaults with plume and pall, Such bells had served for funeral. 'T was fantasy's dark work! I slept Where black Baltard o'erlooks the deep; Plunging all night the billows kept Their ghostly vigil round my sleep. But I had fed on tragic lore That day, -- your annals, "Masters Four!" And every moan of wind and sea Was as a funeral chime to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL AFTER THE PLAY by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG |