Hark! the bell rings.
Dusky clouds loom across the dale,
Hark! the bell rings.
To her veil of fog, ocean clings.
Watered wind rising to the sail;
A shadow wheels against the gale.
Hark! the bell rings.
Hark! the bell rings.
Old town is bathed in the gloaming,
Hark! the bell rings.
Cradling birds the birch yonder swings;
Once a jolly sailor, homing;
To lay now, wearied from roaming.
Hark! the bell rings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely lovely poem. Hark the bell rings, and I am here reading this beautiful poem. Thank you Gautami. G.