I love thy music, mellow bell, I love thine iron chime, To life or death, to heaven or hell, Which calls the Sons of Time. Thy voice upon the deep The homebound sea-boy hails, It charms his cares to sleep, It cheers him as he sails. To house of God & heavenly joys Thy summons called our sires, And good men thought thy sacred voice Disarmed the thunder's fires. And soon thy music, sad death-bell! Shall lift its notes once more, And mix my requiem with the wind That sweeps my native shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY ON SENDING MY SON AS A PRESENT TO DR. SWIFT by MARY BARBER |