Poems (Meynell, 1921)/Chimes

by Alice Meynell

For works with similar titles, see Chimes.

 

CHIMES

BRIEF, on a flying night,
From the shaken tower,
A flock of bells take flight,
And go with the hour.

Like birds from the cote to the gales,
Abrupt—O hark!
A fleet of bells set sails,
And go to the dark.

Sudden the cold airs swing.
Alone, aloud,
A verse of bells takes wing
And flies with the cloud