Poem of Church Bells of Long Ago

Perissa, Santorini through the church bells of Ag Irini
Originally uploaded by GanMed64
The time draws near the birth of Christ:

The moon is hid; the night is still;

The Christmas bells from hill to hill

Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,

From far and near, or mead and moor,

Swell out and fail as if a door

Were shut between me and the sound.

Each voice four changes on the wind,

That now dilate and now decrease,

Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,

Peace and goodwill to all mankind.

Voices in the Mist, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892

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