Evening bells
I. Venables
Sweet the merry bells ring round
On even zephyrs dying swells
The sweetest chord the harp can sound
Sounds not so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Swinging falls and melting rise
On viewless echo how it swells
Tis but the music of the skies
Can breath so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Faint and fainter how they fall
Humming through the lonely dells
No sounds to charm this earthly ball
Can charm so sweet as evening bells
O merry chiming bells
Zephyrs breathing once again
Once again the zephyr swells
Still I lie upon the plain
Entranc'd to hear the evening bells
O merry chiming bells
While the runnel curdles clear
Once again the zephyr swells
Sweeter still the strains appear
O evening bells o evening bells
How sweet is evening bells