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| THAT distant chime! As soft it swells, | |
| What memories o’er me steal! | |
| Again I hear the Moscow bells | |
| Across the moorland peal! | |
| The bells that rock the Kremlin tower | 5 |
| Like a strong wind, to and fro,— | |
| Silver sweet in its topmost bower, | |
| And the thunder’s boom below. | |
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| They say that oft at Easter dawn | |
| When all the world is fair, | 10 |
| God’s angels out of heaven are drawn | |
| To list the music there. | |
| And while the rose-clouds with the breeze | |
| Drift onward,—like a dream, | |
| High in the ether’s pearly seas | 15 |
| Their radiant faces gleam. | |
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| O, when some Merlin with his spells | |
| A new delight would bring, | |
| Say: I will hear the Moscow bells | |
| Across the moorland ring! | 20 |
| The bells that rock the Kremlin tower | |
| Like a strong wind, to and fro,— | |
| Silver sweet in its topmost bower, | |
| And the thunder’s boom below! | |
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