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.
Alice Meynell’s other poems:
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):