COW BELLS

Oh, the distant muffled tinkling

Of the cow bells in the vale,

When the dawning stars are twinkling

And the silent dews are sprinkling

Fresh the daisies in the dale.

How they flood the soul with music

Sad as song of nightingale —

Tinkling melodies of magic,

Vague, uncertain, longing, tragic,—

Just the cow bells in the vale!