O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! <br />O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted, <br />Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight, <br />O'er land and sea they rise and fall, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />The fisherman in his boat, far out beyond the headland, <br />Listens, and leisurely rows ashore, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />Over the shining sands the wandering cattle homeward <br />Follow each other at your call, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />The distant lighthouse hears, and with his flaming signal <br />Answers you, passing the watchword on, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges, <br />And clap their hands, and shout to you, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />Till from the shuddering sea, with your wild incantations, <br />Ye summon up the spectral moon, O Bells of Lynn! <br /> <br />And startled at the sight like the weird woman of Endor, <br />Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn!<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-de-luce-the-bells-of-lynn-heard-at-nahant/
