loudly

Where a small muezzin's set,

Loudly calling us to pray

At the miracle of day.

Beneath the Queen's footsteps is a rocking jelly. Even the water of

the bay boils and churns and knocks loudly against the wooden sides

of the British ships.

Shadowing the mountains,

Rushing loudly through

Valleys deep

It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum,

Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like a saw-mill,

While as with fervour he sang there was borne o'er the shuddering wildwood,

With all his apparatus ready;

And while the speaker loudly cries,

"Of ages all, this is the boss age!"

Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blind.

Summon me loudly and you'll hear slow footsteps

Ring far and faint in the galleries of my mind.

Along the darkening road, between tall trees

That made a sinister whisper, loudly he walked.

Behind him, sea-gulls dipped over long grey seas.

And there in a spacious chamber, brightly lighted,

A hundred men played music, loudly, swiftly,

While one tall woman sent her voice above them