THOSE Evening Bells, those Evening Bells, How many a tale their music tells, Of Yorkshire cakes and crumpets prime, And letters only just in time! -- The Muffin-boy has pass'd away, That Postman gone -- and I must pay, For down below Deaf Mary dwells, And does not hear those Evening Bells. And so't will be when she is gone, The tuneful peal will still ring on, And other maids with timely yells Forget to stay those Evening Bells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD FALLING STARS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER 11TH R.S.R. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NIGHT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A WISH by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE INVERSNAID INN by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |