the winter midnight
-- I have forgotten -- '' `` An error in judgment ! '' said Saint Lucy of the Eyes , and forgave me , though I can not remember more about it . I suppose I could take the title if I chose , for these things are easily arranged in Italy ; but Lucia and I think it will keep for the second Stephen Douglas . _ What of the night , O Antwerp bells , Over the city swinging , Plaintive and sad , O kingly bells , In the winter midnight ringing ? _ _ And the winds in the belfry moan From the sand-dunes waste and lone , And these are the words they say , The turreted bells and they -- _ _ `` Calamtout , Krabbendyk , Calloo , '' Say the noisy , turbulent crew ; `` Jabbeké , Chaam , Waterloo ; Hoggerhaed , Sandvaet , Lilloo , We are weary , a-weary of you ! We sigh for the hills of snow , For the hills where the hunters go , For the Matterhorn , Wetterhorn , Dom , For the Dom ! Dom !