WHEN I went up the minster tower, The minster clock rang out the hour; The restless organ far below Sent tides of music to and fro, That rolled through nave and angel choir, Whose builder knew what lines inspire, And filled the lantern's space profound With climbing waves of glorious sound, As I went up the minster tower What time the chimes gave forth the hour. When I stood on the minster tower The lark above me sent a shower Of happy notes, that filtered through The clouds that flecked the sky's soft blue, And mingled with the nearer tones Of jackdaws' calls and stockdoves' moans, While every breeze that round me swirled Brought some sweet murmur from the world, As I stood on the minster tower What time the lark forsook her bower. When I came down the minster tower, Again the chimes proclaimed the hour, Again the mighty organ rolled Its thunders through the arches old, While blended with its note so strong Soft rose and fell the evensong, And all the earth, it seemed to me, Was still by music held in fee, As I came down the minster tower What time the clock slow chimed the hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN ON A HEATH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER DEATH'S JEST-BOOK by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ONCE ON A TIME by BERTON BRALEY THE POPPIES by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |