The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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EVENING BELLS
Sweet the merry bells ring round
On even zephers dying swells
The sweetest chord the harp can sound
Sounds not so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
On even zephers dying swells
The sweetest chord the harp can sound
Sounds not so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Swinging falls & melting rise
On viewless echo how it swells
Tis but the music of the skies
Can breath so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
On viewless echo how it swells
Tis but the music of the skies
Can breath so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Faint & fainter how they fall
Humming thro the lonly dells
No sounds to charm this earthly ball
Can charm so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Humming thro the lonly dells
No sounds to charm this earthly ball
Can charm so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Zephers breathing once again
Once again the zephers swells
Still I lye upon the plain
Entrancd to hear the evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Once again the zephers swells
Still I lye upon the plain
Entrancd to hear the evening bells
O merry chiming bells
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While the runnel curdles clear
Once again the zepher swells
Sweeter still the strains appear
O evening bells o evening bells
How sweet is evening bells
Once again the zepher swells
Sweeter still the strains appear
O evening bells o evening bells
How sweet is evening bells
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