From far way! from far away! But whence, you will not say: Melancholy bells, appealing chimes, From far away! from far away! Voices of lands and times! But whence, you will not say: Melancholy bells, appealing chimes, Voices of lands and times! Your toll, O melancholy bells! Your toll, O melancholy bells! Over the valley swells: Over the valley swells: O touching chimes! your dying sighs O touching chimes! your dying sighs Travel our tranquil skies. Travel our tranquil skies. But whence? And whither fade away Your echoes from our day? But whence? And whither fade away You take our hearts with gentle pain Your echoes from our day? Tremble, and pass again. You take our hearts with gentle pain, Could we lay hold upon your haunts, Tremble, and pass again. The birthplace of your chaunts: Were we in dreamland, deathland, then? We, sad and wondering men? Could we lay hold upon your haunts, The birthplace of your chaunts: Were we in dreamland, deathland, then? We, sad and wondering men? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT TO THE REV. F.D. MAURICE by ALFRED TENNYSON SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE LEISTON ABBEY by BERNARD BARTON |