WHAT master singer, with what glory amazed, Heard one day listening on the lonely air The tune of bells ere yet a bell was raised To throne it over field and flood? Who dare Deny him demi-god, that so could win The music uncreate, that so could wed Music and hue -- till, when the bells begin, Song colours, colour sings? Beauty so bred Enspheres each hamlet through the English shires, And utters from ten thousand peeping spires (Or huge in starlight) to the outmost farms Sweet, young, grand, old. The country's lustiest arms Leap to the time till the whole sky retells That unknown poet's masterpiece of bells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LITTLE GOLDENHAIR by F. BURGE SMITH TO THE SHIP OF STATE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A NEW HAMPSHIRE BOY by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |