Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CURFEW CHIMES, by VARNUM LANSING COLLINS First Line: Clanging, dinging / slowly swinging Last Line: Float down from the frosted sky! Subject(s): Bells; Music & Musicians | ||||||||
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...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |
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