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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

Written at Ostend

William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850)

HOW sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal!

As when at opening morn, the fragrant breeze

Breathes on the trembling sense of pale disease

So piercing to my heart their force I feel!

And hark! with lessening cadence now they fall!

And now along the white and level tide,

They fling their melancholy music wide;

Bidding me many a tender thought recall

Of summer days, and those delightful years

When from an ancient tower in life’s fair prime,

The mournful magic of their mingling chime

First waked my wondering childhood into tears!

But seeming now, when all those days are o’er,

The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more.