CLANGING, dinging, Slowly swinging In the village belfry high, Hear them singing, Quaintly ringing Out their evening lullaby. Hark! they're singing! For they're flinging Out a joyous melody, -- Sweet sounds winging Heavenward, bringing Mem'ries of the day passed by. Thanks for blessing They're addressing To the Lover of us all; And confessing, Care caressing, In their music's curfew call. Angels kneeling, With hushed feeling, Gathered up those tones so sweet, Softly stealing The chimes' pealing, Lay them at the Master's feet. Then the swinging Bells cease ringing Out their liquid lullaby; Echoes dinging, Faintly singing, Float down from the frosted sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S DEPARTURE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A JAPANESE FAN by MARGARET VELEY LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |