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a peal of bells - emma topping lyrics

strike the bells wantonly
tinkle tinkle well;
bring me wine, bring me flowers
ring the silver bell
all my lamps burn scented oil
hung on laden orange*trees
whose shadowed foliage is the foil
to golden lamps and oranges
heap my golden plates with fruit
golden fruit, fresh*plucked and ripe;
strike the bells and breathe the pipe;
shut out showers from summer hours—
silence that complaining lute—
shut out thinking, shut out pain
from hours that cannot comе again

strike the bells solеmnly
ding dong deep:
my friend is passing to his bed
fast asleep;
there’s plaited linen round his head
while foremost go his feet—
his feet that cannot carry him
my feast’s a show, my lights are dim;
be still, your music is not sweet,—
there is no music more for him:
his lights are out, his feast is done;
his bowl that sparkled to the brim
is drained, is broken, cannot hold;
my blood is chill, his blood is cold;
his death is full, and mine begun

- emma topping lyrics

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