There are those who may see them—and those
who may not,
Though they peer to the depths of the night;
Ah, ye who behold them, alas for the lot
That grants you such ominous sight.
It augurs death and dole—
That the Gloucester bells will toll—
Means another stone on Windmill Hill: “Went
down with every soul.”
For it’s woe to that fated creva