The Chimes Poem by Albert Laighton
The Chimes
Ages since, men heard the ringing
Of the song-bells gently swinging
In the starry domes of thought;
Long they listened to the chimes
That the poet's golden rhymes
Out of sweetest fancies wrought.
Still the tuneful bells are pealing,
Waking every holy feeling;
Still they vibrate in the past
And the poet of to-day
Hears the music far away,
Clearer than a clarion's blast!
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