Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE PASSINGBELL. |
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THE PASSINGBELL.
Hush! hark! whence is yon' Sound that booms along,Waking deep Echos over Wood and Stream,
Saddening the Scene until its beauty seem
Clouded by some dark Meaning. E'en the song
Of the blithe Nightingale floats on among
The Leaves less joyously: on Fancy's dream
It breaks, like some harsh voice: to few I deem
Is its note welcome, for it wakes a throng
Of buried Phantoms! 'tis the Passingbell,
Speaking of fond ones severed from Love's breast,
And in its tone is anguish: it can tell
Its Tale with Eloquence to match the best
Of Tongues: yet to schooled hearts it sounds no knell,
But calls the wandering thoughts to their high nest!
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