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Rh A thousand bells from a thousand boughs Each moment bloomed and fell. On the hill of the wind-swept tree There were no bells asleep; They sang beneath my trailing wings Like rivers sweet and steep. Deep rock-clefts before my feet Mighty chimes did keep And little choirs did keep.


 * He Receives the Bells

Honeyed, small and fair, Like flowers, in flowery lands&mdash; Like little maidens' hands&mdash; Two bells fell in my hair, Two bells caressed my hair. I pressed them to my purple lips In the strangling Chaos-air.


 * He Starts on the Return Journey

On desperate wings and strong, Two bells within my breast, I breathed again, I breathed again&mdash; West of the Universe&mdash;