A deep bell that links the downs br To the drowsy air; br Every loop of sound that swoons, br Finds a circle fair, br Whereon it doth rest and fade; br Every stroke that dins is laid br Like a node, br Spinning out the quivering, fine, br Vibrant tendrils of a vine: br (Bim - bim - bim.) br How they wreathe and run, br Silvern as a filmy light, br Filtered from the sun: br The god of sound is out of sight, br And the bell is like a cloud, br Humming to the outer rim, br Low and loud: br (Bim - bim - bim.) br Throwing down the tempered lull, br Fragile, beautiful: br Married drones and overtones, br How we fancy them to swim, br Spreading into shapes that shine, br With the aura of the metals, br Prisoned in the bell, br Fulvous tinted as a shell, br Dreamy, dim, br Deep in amber hyaline: br (Bim - bim - bim.