Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл)

Chimes

Brief, on a flying night,
    From the shaken tower,
A flock of bells take flight.
    And go with the hour.

Like birds from the cote to the gales,
    Abrupt—O hark!
A fleet of bells set sails,
    And go to the dark.

Sudden the cold airs swing.
    Alone, aloud,
A verse of bells takes wing
    And flies with the cloud.

1. The Divine Privilege
2. The English Metres
3. To Antiquity
4. At Night
5. In February

Henry Longfellow (Генри Лонгфелло) Chimes ("Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night")

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