The lily-bells ring underground, Their music small I hear When globes of dew that shine pearl round
Into the west the day goes down, Smiling and fading into the night, Is it a cross, or is it a crown
Night! the horrible wizard Night! The dumb and terrible Night Hath drawn his circle of magic, round
Swift and silent and strong Under the low-browed arches, Through culverts, and under bridges,
O rain, Summer Rain! forever, Out of the crystal spheres, And cool from my brain the fever,
I wonder what he is thinking In the ploughing field all day. He watches the heads of his oxen,
I. One looks into the sun lawn, and the steep Curved slopes of hills, set sharp against the sky,
It is the hither side, O Hope, And afternoon; our shadows slope Backward along the mountain cope.