The Bells Of Lynn - Heard At Nahant

O curfew of the setting sun!    O Bells of Lynn!     O requiem of the dying day!    O Bells of Lynn!     From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted,     Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn!     Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight,     O'er land and sea they rise and fall, O Bells of Lynn!     The fisherman in his boat, far out beyond the headland,     Listens, and leisurely rows ashore, O Bells of Lynn!     Over the shining sands the wandering cattle homeward     Follow each other at your call, O Bells of Lynn!     The distant lighthouse hears, and with his flaming signal     Answers you, passing the watchword on, O Bells of Lynn!     And down the darkening coast run the tumultuous surges,     And clap their hands, and shout to you, O Bells of Lynn!     Till from the shuddering sea, with your wild incantations,     Ye summon up the spectral moon, O Bells of Lynn!     And startled at the sight like the weird woman of Endor,     Ye cry aloud, and then are still, O Bells of Lynn!