THAT distant chime! As soft it swells, What memories o'er me steal! Again I hear the Moscow bells Across the moorland peal! The bells that rock the Kremlin tower Like a strong wind, to and fro, -- Silver sweet in its topmost bower, And the thunder's boom below. They say that oft at Easter dawn When all the world is fair, God's angels out of heaven are drawn To list the music there. And while the rose-clouds with the breeze Drift onward, -- like a dream, High in the ether's pearly seas Their radiant faces gleam. O, when some Merlin with his spells A new delight would bring, Say: I will hear the Moscow bells Across the moorland ring! The bells that rock the Kremlin tower Like a strong wind, to and fro, -- Silver sweet in its topmost bower, And the thunder's boom below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF H-- A-- by BERNARD BARTON BATTLE by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. MASTER HANDS; TO DOCTOR ST. GEORGE FECHTIG by LAVINIA R. CLARK TO SIR ASTON COCKAYNE, ON HIS TRAGEDY OF OVID by CHARLES COTTON |