Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne Complete edition with numerous illustrations |
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Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||
THE PHANTOM BELLS.
Upveiled in yonder dim ethereal sea,Its airy towers the work of phantom spells,
A viewless belfry tolls its wizard bells,
Pealed o'er this populous earth perpetually.
Some hear, some hear them not; but aye they be
Laden with one strange note that sinks or swells,
Now dread as doom, now gentle as farewells,
Time's dirge borne ever toward eternity.
Each hour its measured breath sobs out and dies,
While the bell tolls its requiem,—“Passing, past,”—
The sole sad burden of their long refrain.
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Brief sweet, brief bitter,—all our days are vain,
Knolled into drear forgetfulness at last.
Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||