Francis Mahony


The Bells Of Shandon - Poem by Francis Mahony

WITH deep affection,
And recollection,
I often think of
   Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood,
Fling around my cradle
   Their magic spells.
On this I ponder
Where'er I wander,
And thus grow fonder,
   Sweet Cork, of thee;
With thy bells of Shandon,
That sound so grand on
The pleasant waters
   Of the River Lee.

I've heard bells chiming
Full many a clime in,
Tolling sublime in
   Cathedral shrine,
While at a glib rate
Brass tongues would vibrate--
But all their music
   Spoke naught like thine;
For memory, dwelling
On each proud swelling
Of the belfry knelling
   Its bold notes free,
Made the bells of Shandon
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters
   Of the River Lee.

I've heard bells tolling
Old Adrian's Mole in,
Their thunder rolling
   From the Vatican,
And cymbals glorious
Swinging uproarious
In the gorgeous turrets
   Of Notre Dame;
But thy sounds were sweeter
Than the dome of Peter
Flings o'er the Tiber,
   Pealing solemnly--
O, the bells of Shandon
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters
   Of the River Lee.

There 's a bell in Moscow,
While on tower and kiosk O!
In Saint Sophia
   The Turkman gets,
And loud in air
Calls men to prayer
From the tapering summits
   Of tall minarets.
Such empty phantom
I freely grant them;
But there 's an anthem
   More dear to me,--
'Tis the bells of Shandon,
That sound so grand on
The pleasant waters
   Of the River Lee.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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