A bell tolls on in my heart
⁠As though in my ears a knell
⁠Had ceased for awhile to swell,
But the sense of it would not part
From the spirit that bears its part
⁠In the chime of the soundless bell.

Ah dear dead singer of sorrow,
⁠The burden is now not thine
⁠That grief bade sound for a sign
Through the songs of the night whose morrow
Has risen, and I may not borrow
⁠A beam from its radiant shrine.