Here you will find the Poem The Carillon of poet John Le Gay Brereton
Alone I sit in the dusk and see Surely the living faces, dear to me, Of comrades who have thrown All that they had, the fruit of all desire, Upon an altar fire. They heard, Above all clamour of the crowd, The music of their own hearts throbbing loud Until the air was stirred Into a summoning harmony; and so We saw them rise, and go. The sound, That love set ringing in those years Of agony, exultation, voiceless fears, And hopes now underground, Shall not be silenced; it is thrilling yet, And we shall not forget. But clear The mellow tone of mingled notes, Triumph and sorrow made one spirit, floats To my prophetic ear; That is their music echoing, echoing still From our remembering hill.
