Frederick George Scott



By the Sea

I hear a ghostly passing bell
    In the thunder of the sea,
By day and night it tolls the knell
    Of all that is to be;
No hands have set it in its place
    Nor compassed it with bars,
It hangs beneath the dome of space
    And swings among the stars.

The silent ages come and go,
    They perish in the gloom,

But still the bell swings to and fro
    And sounds the note of doom.
The deep reverberations roll
    Far off from sea and shore,
But somewhere in my secret soul
    They sound for evermore. [Page 93]