Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/The bells of beuzec

by Katharine Elizabeth Howard

THE BELLS OF BEUZEC

I hear the bells of Beuzec ringing
In early dawns, and cuckoos singing,—
Lying awake, and thinking—thinking—
And all the sounds of dawn a-drinking
In, besides the cuckoo's song,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.

Lying awake, and yet a-dreaming,—
The chimes of Paradise a-seeming
On these sweet dawns so very near,—
The bells a-chiming far and clear
In Beuzec with the cuckoo's song,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.

Through trills of others birds a-singing,
Yes, even while the chimes are ringing
I hear the pulse beat all along in
Heart throbs in the cuckoo's song
In Beuzec, in the cuckoo's song,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.

When in the dawn I hear bells ringing,
To Beuzec Ville my thoughts go winging.
The chimes of dawn are ever bringing
To me the sound of cuckoo's singing,
Far away Beuzec's cuckoo song,
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.