The distant lighthouse hears, and with his flaming signal Answers you, passing the watchword on, O Bells of Lynn ! And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges, And clap their hands, and shout to you, O Bells of Lynn ! Till from the shuddering sea, with your wild incantations, Ye summon up the spectral moon, O Bells of Lynn ! And startled at the sight, like the weird woman of Endor, Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn ! THE HANGING OF THE CRANE. I. HE lights are out, and gone are all the guests That thronging came with merriment and jests To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane In the new house, into the night are gone; But still the fire upon the hearth burns on, And I alone remain. O fortunate, O happy day, When a new household finds its place Among the myriad homes of earth, Like a new star just sprung to birth, And rolled on its harmonious way Into the boundless realms of space! So said the guests in speech and song, II. And now I sit and muse on what may be, And in my vision see, or seem to see, Through floating vapors interfused with light, Shapes indeterminate, that gleam and fade, As shadows passing into deeper shade For two alone, there in the hall, They want no guests, to come between Their tender glances like a screen, And tell them tales of land and sea, And whatsoever may betide The great, forgotten world outside; They want no guests; they needs must be Each other's own best company. III. The picture fades; as at a village fair screen, So in my fancy this; and now once more, In part transfigured, through the open door Appears the selfsame scene. Seated, I see the two again, But not alone; they entertain With face as round as is the moon, Are these celestial manners? these Of helplessness, so lately born In purple chambers of the morn, The golden silence of the Greek, Thy power is put to proof; for, lo! IV. As one who walking in a forest sees trees, Then sees it not, for boughs that inter vene; Or as we see the moon sometimes revealed Through drifting clouds, and then again. concealed, So I behold the scene. |