Chapter V: The Chime

Softly swinging to and fro,
Harebells tinkle, sweet and low!
All the world is fast asleep,
Birds and folks and woolly sheep;
Far above us towers the mountain;
Far below, an unseen fountain
From its rocky cradle deep,
Like a child, laughs in its sleep.
All our faces shyly hidden,
As the fir-trees oft have bidden,
Softly bending, sweet notes blending,
Moonbeams climbing,
Wee bells chiming,
Harebells tinkle, star-gleams twinkle,
To and fro,
To and fro,
Sweet--sweet and low.