DIED, at Georgetown College, aged 85, a well-beloved chime. Disease, a complication of old age and too many hard knocks. DRAG the old monitor down, Down with a sob and a knell; Who throughout College and town Compassed his duties so well? Weave, O my Muse! an evergreen crown To honor the bonny old bell! The morn, the noon, and the night, The night, the noon, and the morn, When Nature was brilliant and bright When Nature was naked and shorn, It pealed the departure of life-giving light Or told that Aurora was born. In winter and summer and fall, In fall and winter and spring, When zephyrs breathed languor to all, When tempests around it would sing; Before or beyond the gleam of old Sol This Memnon of duty would ring. Fourscore snows and five, Rain and dust and sleet Have found the brave watcher alive And never deserting his beat; In some of its music religion could thrive— When it swung out the "Angelus" sweet. No more shall its ominous tone Rouse us from slumber and bed; No more shall it solemnly moan Its requiem toll for the dead; Its last trump for dinner forever was blown When the soul of its melody fled. Drag the old monitor down, Down with a sob and a knell; Who throughout College or town Compassed his duties so well? Weave, O my Muse! an evergreen crown To honor the bonny old bell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE THE FIELD MOUSE by WILLIAM SHARP THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE SARAH THREENEEDLES (BOSTON, 1698) by KATHARINE LEE BATES TO RALPH LEYCESTER, ESQ., IN ANSWER TO A LETTER by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. TO A STRANGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |