A Peal of Bells

Album cover art for "A Peal of Bells" by Emma Topping

Emma Topping - Pop

A Peal of Bells

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Strike the bells wantonly Tinkle tinkle well; Bring me wine, bring me flowers Ring the silver bell All my lamps burn scented oil Hung on laden orange-trees Whose shadowed foliage is the foil To golden lamps and oranges Heap my golden plates with fruit Golden fruit, fresh-plucked and ripe; Strike the bells and breathe the pipe; Shut out showers from summer hours— Silence that complaining lute— Shut out thinking, shut out pain From hours that cannot comе again Strike the bells solеmnly Ding dong deep: My friend is passing to his bed Fast asleep; There's plaited linen round his head While foremost go his feet— His feet that cannot carry him My feast's a show, my lights are dim; Be still, your music is not sweet,— There is no music more for him: His lights are out, his feast is done; His bowl that sparkled to the brim Is drained, is broken, cannot hold; My blood is chill, his blood is cold; His death is full, and mine begun

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Credits

Writers
  • Christina Rossetti