BELGIUM When I may read of tilts in days of old, Robert Southey. Antwerp and Bruges I CLIMBED the stair in Antwerp church, The wind, and the birds came to perch In Antwerp harbor on the Scheldt Of night. The mist was near my face; John Memmeling and John van Eyck I climbed at Bruges all the flight For leagues I saw the east wind blown; That my flesh felt the carillon. Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Bruges 'HE spirit of antiquity enshrined THE In sumptuous buildings, vocal in sweet song, In picture, speaking with heroic tongue, And with devout solemnities entwined, Strikes to the seat of grace within the mind: William Wordsworth. The Belfry of Bruges (Bruges) IN CARILLON the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Then with deep sonorous clangor But amid my broken slumbers |