CARILLON. IN the ancient town of Bruges, Then, with deep sonorous clangor Silence, silence everywhere, On the earth and in the air, But amid my broken slumbers And I thought how like these chimes All his rhymes and roundelays, Yet perchance a sleepless wight, When the dusk and hush of night Shut out the incessant din Of daylight and its toil and strife, May listen with a calm delight To the poet's melodies, Till he hears, or dreams he hears, |