Poems (Proctor)/Moscow Bells

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MOSCOW BELLS.
That distant chime! As soft it swells, What memories o'er me steal!Again I hear the Moscow bells Across the moorland peal!The bells that rock the Kremlin tower Like a strong wind, to and fro,—Silver-sweet in its topmost bower, And the thunder's boom below.
They say that oft at Easter dawn When all the world is fair,God's angels out of heaven are drawn To list the music there.And while the rose-clouds with the breeze Drift onward,—like a dream,High in the ether's pearly seas Their radiant faces gleam.
O when some Merlin with his spells A new delight would bring,Say: I will hear the Moscow bells Across the moorland ring!The bells that rock the Kremlin tower Like a strong wind, to and fro,—Silver-sweet in its topmost bower, And the thunder's boom below!
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