I DREAMED. Great bells around me pealed; The world in that sad chime was drowned; Sharp cries as from a battle-field Were strangled in the wondrous sound: Had all the kings of earth lain dead, Had nations borne them lapped in lead To torch-lit vaults with plume and pall, Such bells had served for funeral. 'T was fantasy's dark work! I slept Where black Baltard o'erlooks the deep; Plunging all night the billows kept Their ghostly vigil round my sleep. But I had fed on tragic lore That day, -- your annals, "Masters Four!" And every moan of wind and sea Was as a funeral chime to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN THE BOY AND THE BROOK by LEO ALISHAN FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 4 by GEORGE BARKER THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT EASTER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL: PREFACE by WILLIAM BLAKE |