Sweet Evening Bells

Soft evening bells! - sweet evening bells!     O'er vale and plain your music swells,                             And far away                             The echoes play     O'er shaggy mount and forest grey;                     And every rock its secret tells             To your soft chime, sweet evening bells!     Soft evening bells! - sweet evening bells!     Now twilight drapes the woodland dells,                             And shadows lie                             On the closed eye     Of flowers that dream beneath the sky;                     Yet fainter, sweeter, tenderer swells             Your dying chime, sweet evening bells!     O evening bells! - sweet evening bells!     With every note that sinks and swells,                             Sadly and slow                             The warm tears flow     In pensive pleasure more than woe,             As Mem'ry wakes her witching spells,     'Neath your soft chime, sweet evening bells!