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In the ancient town of Bruges	A
In the quaint old Flemish city	B
As the evening shades descended	C
Low and loud and sweetly blended	C
Low at times and loud at times	D
And changing like a poet's rhymes	D
Rang the beautiful wild chimes	D
From the Belfry in the market	E
Of the ancient town of Bruges	A
	-
Then with deep sonorous clangor	F
Calmly answering their sweet anger	F
When the wrangling bells had ended	C
Slowly struck the clock eleven	G
And from out the silent heaven	G
Silence on the town descended	C
Silence silence everywhere	F
On the earth and in the air	F
Save that footsteps here and there	F
Of some burgher home returning	H
By the street lamps faintly burning	H
For a moment woke the echoes	I
Of the ancient town of Bruges	A
	-
But amid my broken slumbers	A
Still I heard those magic numbers	A
As they loud proclaimed the flight	J
And stolen marches of the night	J
Till their chimes in sweet collision	G
Mingled with each wandering vision	G
Mingled with the fortune telling	H
Gypsy bands of dreams and fancies	A
Which amid the waste expanses	A
Of the silent land of trances	A
Have their solitary dwelling	H
All else seemed asleep in Bruges	A
In the quaint old Flemish city	B
	-
And I thought how like these chimes	A
Are the poet's airy rhymes	A
All his rhymes and roundelays	A
His conceits and songs and ditties	A
From the belfry of his brain	K
Scattered downward though in vain	K
On the roofs and stones of cities	A
For by night the drowsy ear	F
Under its curtains cannot hear	F
And by day men go their ways	A
Hearing the music as they pass	A
But deeming it no more alas	A
Than the hollow sound of brass	A
	-
Yet perchance a sleepless wight	J
Lodging at some humble inn	L
In the narrow lanes of life	M
When the dusk and hush of night	J
Shut out the incessant din	L
Of daylight and its toil and strife	M
May listen with a calm delight	J
To the poet's melodies	A
Till he hears or dreams he hears	A
Intermingled with the song	N
Thoughts that he has cherished long	N
Hears amid the chime and singing	H
The bells of his own village ringing	H
And wakes and finds his slumberous eyes	A
Wet with most delicious tears	A
	-
Thus dreamed I as by night I lay	O
In Bruges at the Fleur de Ble	O
Listening with a wild delight	J
To the chimes that through the night	J
Bang their changes from the Belfry	B
Of that quaint old Flemish city	B

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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