72
CITY CHIMES.
Nurse, are you there?—how dark it grows!
'Tis after sunset, I suppose?
Or have I dreamed it?—what's the time?
I thought I heard a quarter chime.
I dream so often that I hear
The sound of those old city chimes,
That came across the garden limes—
—Why need you weep, Nurse Margaret?—
The old, old tune they play—so clear!
And then I wake, and I forget,
And fancy they are playing yet.
'Tis after sunset, I suppose?
Or have I dreamed it?—what's the time?
I thought I heard a quarter chime.
I dream so often that I hear
The sound of those old city chimes,
That came across the garden limes—
—Why need you weep, Nurse Margaret?—
The old, old tune they play—so clear!
And then I wake, and I forget,
And fancy they are playing yet.
It all comes back as I lie here—
The rippled water running near,
The current where the sunlights quiver,
The barges dropping down the river,—
The rippled water running near,
The current where the sunlights quiver,
The barges dropping down the river,—
