Deep chimed the bells! High atop the rocky tower, Age encrusted, winter rusted, They tolled the languid Summer hours, Those few precious Sunlit-moonspun days and nights We spent together, Filled with flowers and Jeweled with starry lights. We listened quietly, Softly, shyly, As their rolling call Bounced from ivy'd wall to wall, Filling every crack and sill, Every pebbled path until Eventide was rung. Perhaps Our linkéd souls Knew even then Their knell Rang our end. We sat upon a weathered bench, Near a bower Twined with vine and flower, Sweet with summer green and gold. We shared that eternal life Sitting there; We felt the soft summer air, Free from loss and care We heard the bells But did not hear Their echoes clear. Six times Those mighty gongs rang out! And then... We walked away, hand-in-hand. As gentle evening fell, Our twin souls grew dim, Knowing what our hearts Did not know. The days Were so golden then, So bright, so long We thought They could never end! We loved and laughed, We held and shared All the wonder The whirling world Prepared. But the bells rang out: Not so! Not so! We could understand But that It was time to go. Hand-in-hand, smiling, We walked away. We climbed a hill To watch the end of day. Then through the deepening dark And into night We walked-- No more was there light. Now ring those bells For other loves Who sit beside the tower, Who kiss beneath the bower. Now for them Those bells mark the days and hours, Till some bleak, cold November time, too, Those loves devours.
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