Bell-Buoys
Out in the dim harbor I hear the sound of bells: Out on the gray-blue meadows of the sea, I think mild water-cattle graze Among the ripples.
Leonora Speyer
Out in the dim harbor I hear the sound of bells: Out on the gray-blue meadows of the sea, I think mild water-cattle graze Among the ripples.
In a dim harbor, the speaker hears the sound of bell-buoys ringing over the water. The light is low and the scene is hazy, so the sound takes over. She imagines the gray-blue sea as a broad meadow and the buoys as mild water-cattle grazing among the ripples.
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