| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 201. The Bells of Lynn |
| | | By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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| O CURFEW of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn! | |
| O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted, | |
| Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight, | 5 |
| O’er land and sea they rise and fall, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| The fisherman in his boat, far out beyond the headland, | |
| Listens, and leisurely rows ashore, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| Over the shining sands the wandering cattle homeward | |
| Follow each other at your call, O Bells of Lynn! | 10 |
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| The distant lighthouse hears, and with his flaming signal | |
| Answers you, passing the watchword on, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges, | |
| And clap their hands, and shout to you, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| Till from the shuddering sea, with your wild incantations, | 15 |
| Ye summon up the spectral moon, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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| And startled at the sight, like the weird woman of Endor, | |
| Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn! | |
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