The Bells - Śrî Ānanda Āchārya

Alone all night I watched the stars 
        through the opening in my Cave, 
And the springing rays of the Northern 
        Light came as welcome guests to 
        my door, 

Like laughing boys running out of 
        school to play in the open. 
The wind fell asleep in the far-distant 
        home of the gentle sea, 
And slowly the Great Bear moved over 
        the silent fields of night, 
While Orion in his bright belt guarded 
        the heavenly flocks. 
The clouds had gone down to roost on 
        the trees in the valley, 
When bells rang out on the Eastern 
Way through the drowsy forests 
        of pine, 
Rousing echoes from Trond and Rondana
        and the distant Dovre hills, 
To bring to my door the Universe's
        joyous greetings.

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Śrî Ānanda Āchārya (Surenda Nath Baral) (1881 - 1945) India, lived in Norway from 1917
Source: Snow-Birds, Śrî Ānanda Āchārya, Macmillian & Co., 1919