Poem by Alice Meynell

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 October Redbreast
2. Spring on the Alban Hills
3. The Watershed (for R. T.)
4. Two Boyhoods
5. Unto Us a Son Is Given

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

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