Notre Dame

Notre Dame

Those steeples which climb ‘top trees

so blossomed with lilac pearls,

A-spiralled by singing swallows,

Who chirp with the chime,

In time with the bells.

 

From Napolean’s feet as he climbed it,

To low beggars a-begging their alms,

Though the Parisian winds do lull,

Loud ring the bells of Notre Dame.

RK

Photo source: i.ytimg.com/vi/lIk656ANnYE/maxresdefault.jpg

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