The Holiday
John Joy
Bell
Bell, John Joy
Metadata research and editing
DVPP Project Team
Kailey
Fukushima
University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poem signed J. J. Bell.
Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Bell was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/371). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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He gave his eyes to the skies of blue,
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He gave his eyes to the skies of blue,
His ears to the birds and bees ;
And he gave his heart to the winds that flew
Away over empty seas ;
And he saw the depths that he could not sound,
And he heard the unworldly songs ;
And his heart, unfettered, fled past the bound
Of a tired life’s rights and wrongs ;
And he neither wrought nor played nor slept,
Nor troubled with good and ill ;
And his dreams were vague as the scents that swept
And sweetened the lonely hill.
And there from morning till eve he lay,
And never a joy he sought,
But he came home glad at the close o’ the day,
Because he had lived for nought.
J. J. Bell
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