Poetry of the bells, . 37 By the fide of the pale-faced moon—Oh the bells, bells, bells !What a tale their terror tells Of Despair ! K How they clang and clam and roar !What a horror they outpourOn the bosom of the palpitating air !Yet the ear it fully knows,By the twanging,And the clanging,How the danger ebbs and flows ;Yet the ear diftinctly tellsIn the jangling,And the wrangling,How the danger finks and swells,By the finking or the swelling in the anger ofthe bells— Of the bells—Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells—\ In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!. 38 Hear the
Poetry of the bells, . 37 By the fide of the pale-faced moon—Oh the bells, bells, bells !What a tale their terror tells Of Despair ! K How they clang and clam and roar !What a horror they outpourOn the bosom of the palpitating air !Yet the ear it fully knows,By the twanging,And the clanging,How the danger ebbs and flows ;Yet the ear diftinctly tellsIn the jangling,And the wrangling,How the danger finks and swells,By the finking or the swelling in the anger ofthe bells— Of the bells—Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells—\ In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!. 38 Hear the tolling of the bells—Iron bells !What a world of solemn thought their monodycompels !In the filence of the night,How we fhiver with affrightAt the melancholy menace of their tone !For every sound that floatsFrom the ruft within their throats Is a groan—And the people—ah the people—They that dwell up in the fteeple, All alone,And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone,Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a ftone—They are neither man nor woman—They are neither brute nor human— They are Ghouls :And their king it is who tolls ;And he rolls, rolls, rolls,Rolls, 2aT 39 A pean from the bells !And his merry bosom swells With the pean of the bells !And he dances and he yells \Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the pean of the bells—Of the bells :Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells—Of the bells, bells, bells,— To the sobbing of the bells ;Keeping time, time, time, As he knell
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