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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Antwerp And Bruges
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I climbed the stair in Antwerp church, 
What time the circling thews of sound 
At sunset seem to heave it round. 
Far up, the carillon did search 
The wind, and the birds came to perch 
Far under, where the gables wound. 
In Antwerp harbour on the Scheldt 
I stood along, a certain space 
Of night. The mist was near my face; 
Deep on, the flow was heard and felt. 
The carillon kept pause, and dwelt 
In music through the silent place. 
John Memmeling and John van Eyck 
Hold state at Bruges. In sore shame 
I scanned the works that keep their name. 
The carillon, which then did strike 
Mine ears, was heard of theirs alike: 
It set me closer unto them. 
I climbed at Bruges all the flight 
The belfry has of ancient stone. 
For leagues I saw the east wind blown; 
The earth was grey, the sky was white. 
I stood so near upon the height 
That my flesh felt the carillon.
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