The Steady Peal Of Church Bells

The steady peal of church bells

Rang out without a care,

Borne on a biting east wind

With snowflakes in the air.
 

The warming chimes were carried

On blizzard driven gales,

That bleached the parish rooftops

And whitewashed once green dales.
 

A bleak midwinter blanket

Stretched well beyond the eye,

Up to the far horizon,

Where pasture meets the sky.
 

While in the vale, a cluster

Of houses fought the chill,

Beneath a bleating bell tower

And chapel on the hill.