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A Peal of Bells

by Christina Rossetti
Strike the bells wantonly,
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A Peal of Bells

by Christina Rossetti
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 come again.
Strike the bells solemnly,
  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.

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