Poetry of the bells, . w^w^^-^ ^j^Mm^ u^j And changing like a poets rhymes,Rang the beautiful wild chimes,From the Belfry in the marketOf the ancient town of Bruges. Then, with deep sonorous clangorCalmly answering their sweet anger,When the wrangling bells had ended,Slowly ftruck the clock eleven,And, from out the filent heaven,Silence on the town descended. o^P^To^ Z& ^^\-i **^\~^ W*^?-^. %

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