 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE BELLS OF SORROW
It is not only when the sea is dark and chill and desolate
I hear the singing of the queen who lives beneath the ocean:
Oft have I heard her chanting voice when noon swings wide his golden gate,
Or when the moonshine fills the wave with snow-white mazy motion.
I hear the singing of the queen who lives beneath the ocean:
Oft have I heard her chanting voice when noon swings wide his golden gate,
Or when the moonshine fills the wave with snow-white mazy motion.
And some day will it hap to me, when the black waves are leaping,
Or when within the breathless green I see her shell-strewn door,
The fatal bells will lure me where my seadrown'd death lies sleeping
Beneath the slow white hands of her who rules the sunken shore.
Or when within the breathless green I see her shell-strewn door,
The fatal bells will lure me where my seadrown'd death lies sleeping
Beneath the slow white hands of her who rules the sunken shore.
For in my heart I hear the bells that ring their fatal beauty,
The wild, remote, uncertain bells that chant their dim to-morrow;
The lonely bells of sorrow, the bells of fatal beauty,
From lonely heights within my heart tolling their lonely sorrow.
The wild, remote, uncertain bells that chant their dim to-morrow;
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From lonely heights within my heart tolling their lonely sorrow.
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