SOMEWHERE TONIGHT On hearing the Evening Bells at Westport-on-Lake Champlain
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I
Somewhere I have heard bells Mellow as the moon: Somewhere they hung and swung, With slender sound they rose Tiptoe with hunger for the sky, Star-pointed with the light of dream; Somewhere those eager bells whispered of love,— That was another day, And we were gay!
II
And now this withered sound’s farewell Swinging like tethered rhyme, Slow-moving, pendulous, A sigh upon the water’s breast, A cloud within the sky! Never again for us, Belovèd, Yet somewhere the moon shines and is bright,— Somewhere tonight!