“Dong—dong!” And the sound of a bell
Went wailing away over meadow and mere—“Seven!”
Counted aloud by the sentinel clock
On the turret of Time; and the regular beat
Of his echoing feet
Fell—like lead—on the ear—
As he left the dead Hour on its desolate bier.
The old knight heard the mystic clock;
And the sound, like a funeral bell,
Rang in his ears till their caverns were full