<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409454" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! <br>O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted, <br>Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight, <br>O'er land and sea they rise and fall, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fisherman in his boat, far out beyond the headland, <br>Listens, and leisurely rows ashore, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the shining sands the wandering cattle homeward <br>Follow each other at your call, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The distant lighthouse hears, and with his flaming signal <br>Answers you, passing the watchword on, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges, <br>And clap their hands, and shout to you, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till from the shuddering sea, with your wild incantations, <br>Ye summon up the spectral moon, O Bells of Lynn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And startled at the sight like the weird woman of Endor, <br>Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409454" data-title="Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn! From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted, Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn! Borne on the evening wind across the crimson ..."></div> </div> </div>

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