FIVE FATHOM SQUARE THE BELFRY FROWNS

Five fathom square the Belfry frowns;

All its sides of timber made;

Painted all in grays and browns;

Nothing of it that will fade.

Christ Church may admire the change—

Oxford thinks it sad and strange.

Beauty's dead! Let's ring her knell.

Hark! now I hear them—ding-dong, bell.