Hark how the bells.
Chiming, calling, pleading, begging
Speaking sharply through the night
Speaking secrets never answered
Into ever dimming light
Sweet silv’ry bells.
Shining, swinging, clanging, ringing
Echoing o’er the empty city
Dimming, swelling, growing, singing
Speaking words of joy so free
All seem to say,
Fear not, know not, dare not answer
Leave me, know me, love me,
Ever ringing,
Ever calling,
Ever trusting to forever…
Throw cares away,
Hark to bells that ever call,
Across the city. Listen all
To chimes and peals and songs of might
They ring out old and ring in light
Christmas is here.
I like how the poem is two poems in itself, how even if you took out most of the verses, the lines in between would still make a poem. Once again, very nice.
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