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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN (TO A BASE, A TENOR, AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |