Читать книгу Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 4, September, 1850 - Various - Страница 6

The time draws near the birth of Christ,

The moon is hid, the night is still;

A single church below the hill

Is pealing, folded in the mist

A single peal of bells below,

That wakens at this hour of rest

A single murmur in the breast,

That these are not the bells I know

Like strangers’ voices here they sound,

In lands where not a memory strays,

Nor landmark breathes of other days.

But all is new unhallow’d ground.