Poems with rhymes of chime

I faintly catch, from time to time,
The sweet, aerial midnight chime--

The human cadence and the subtle chime
Of little laughters, home and child and wife,
He knew not. Artist merely in his rhyme,

Could those mild morsels in my numbers chime,
And, as they roll in substance, roll in rime,

And such the water-spirit’s chime
On mountain heights in morning’s prime,

Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed time.

When by my native streams, in life's fair prime,
The mournful magic of their mingling chime

60 He withers in the morning of our time;
61 Leaving behind him, like a summer shower,
62 A fragrance of earth's beauty, and the chime

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,

And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime,
So, Joris broke silence with, ``Yet there is time!''

The pitying Duchess praised its chime,
And gave him heart, and gave him time,

I cannot choose but think upon the time
When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss
At lightest thrill from the bee's swinging chime,

Fix now the place and time,
And straight to meet him I will go
Above the starry chime.

Tho' it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad
Forgetting the midnight chime

With those old polysyllables would chime,
Where, turn about, reigned Phoebus, sire of rhyme,

Oh, happy chime,
Oh, blessed time,

And all the way, to guide their Chime,
With falling Oars they kept the time.

Over the bed from chime to chime,
Then rais'd herself for the first time,

And round the green earth, to the church-bell's chime,
The morning drum-roll of the camp keeps time,

Deliberate, with sonorous chime
Slow measuring out the march of time,

Of mundane chance-material. I am time
Paeaned by the senses five like bells that chime.