I climbed the stair in Antwerp church, What time the circling thews of sound At sunset seem to heave it round. Far up, the carillon did search The wind, and the birds came to perch Far under, where the gables wound. In Antwerp harbour on the Scheldt I stood alone, a certain space Of night. The mist was near my face; Deep on, the flow was heard and felt. The carillon kept pause, and dwelt In music through the silent place. John Memmeling and John van Eyck Hold state at Bruges. In sore shame I scanned the works that keep their name. The carillon, which then did strike Mine ears, was heard of theirs alike: It set me closer unto them. I climbed at Bruges all the flight The belfry has of ancient stone. For leagues I saw the east wind blown; The earth was grey, the sky was white. I stood so near upon the height That my flesh felt the carillon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE REVENGE OF HAMISH by SIDNEY LANIER TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO DR. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |