Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.
Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.
Those metal quiring hymnsshaped ether so succinct:a while, or it dislimns,
the silence, wanly prinktwith forms of lingering notes,inhabits, close, distinct;
and night, the angel, floatson wings of blessing spreado'er all the gather'd cotes
where meditation, wedwith love, in gold-lit cells,absorbs the heaven that shed
sweet silence after bells.
