Истинная бардовская песня

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                                                      Th. Moore
THOSE EVENING BELLS

Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.

Those joyous hours are pass'd away;
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells
And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone;
That tuneful pearl will still ring on,
While other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!