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Belfry Of Bruges, The

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In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the
town.

As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood,
And the world threw off the darkness, like the weeds of
widowhood.

Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors
gray,

Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape
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* Sunprincess * 29 August 2015

.....a most incredible write...love the rhythm. ?

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Jackie Heaton 13 February 2006

I thought you might like to know that my father who was born in September 1915 - over a year into the First World War - was called Roland because his mother read this poem just before he was born.

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