Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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EASTER BELLS. |
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EASTER BELLS.
The shrunken waters, lately high,
Have left the white-slim'd withies dry,
And pilewort on the bank, holds up
Before the sun its golden cup,
And lightsome-hearted young folk stray
With glossy shoes by ev'ry way,
All happy with their holyday,
While Easter bells are ringing.
Have left the white-slim'd withies dry,
And pilewort on the bank, holds up
Before the sun its golden cup,
And lightsome-hearted young folk stray
With glossy shoes by ev'ry way,
All happy with their holyday,
While Easter bells are ringing.
The eastern clouds all fled away
To let the sun rise clear to-day,
And make the high-sky'd world look fair
For joys they meet to-day to share.
So ev'ry youth has gone to find
The maid that's fairest to his mind,
And left his daily work behind
While Easter bells are ringing.
To let the sun rise clear to-day,
And make the high-sky'd world look fair
For joys they meet to-day to share.
So ev'ry youth has gone to find
The maid that's fairest to his mind,
And left his daily work behind
While Easter bells are ringing.
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Our hearts are dull when dark mist flies
Below the gloom of sunless skies,
And beats through leafless trees that yield
No shelter in the wa'try field;
But gladness stirs our souls at sight
Of gay larks floating in the light
Of blue-sky'd morning, at their height,
While Easter bells are ringing,—
Below the gloom of sunless skies,
And beats through leafless trees that yield
No shelter in the wa'try field;
But gladness stirs our souls at sight
Of gay larks floating in the light
Of blue-sky'd morning, at their height,
While Easter bells are ringing,—
And blue-wing'd vi'lets lightly shake
In sunny air beside the brake;—
And April's coming on to shed
Her dews upon the cowslip's head;
But this year's flow'rs will all have died
With some now hopeful souls beside,
Before another Easter tide
Shall come with bells a-ringing.
In sunny air beside the brake;—
And April's coming on to shed
Her dews upon the cowslip's head;
But this year's flow'rs will all have died
With some now hopeful souls beside,
Before another Easter tide
Shall come with bells a-ringing.
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