| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Written at Ostend | | By William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850) |
| | | HOW sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal! | |
| As when at opening morn, the fragrant breeze | |
| Breathes on the trembling sense of pale disease | |
| So piercing to my heart their force I feel! | |
| And hark! with lessening cadence now they fall! | 5 |
| And now along the white and level tide, | |
| They fling their melancholy music wide; | |
| Bidding me many a tender thought recall | |
| Of summer days, and those delightful years | |
| When from an ancient tower in life’s fair prime, | 10 |
| The mournful magic of their mingling chime | |
| First waked my wondering childhood into tears! | |
| But seeming now, when all those days are o’er, | |
| The sounds of joy once heard and heard no more. | | | | |
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