Chimes

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Title:     Chimes
Author: Alice Meynell [More Titles by Meynell]

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.

[The end]
Alice Meynell's poem: Chimes

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