Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1849-10-30
- POETRY.
POE'S LAST POEM.

- POETRY.
POE'S LAST POEM.
From the Union Magazine for Norsm6sr.
THE BELLS.
By EDGAR 4. Po1
l.
Hear the sledces with the bells
Silver bells
What a world OF merrmenl their melody lore
tels
How they linkle, linkle, inSle.
10 The icy air OF night
While the stars tha! overspfinkle
All The heavens, seem 10 twinkle
With crystalline de'ish';
Keeping Iime, time, time,
In a sort Of Runic rhyme,
To the naturalization that so unsteady wells
From the bells, bells, BELLS bells,
Bells, bells, bells ,.us
From the lnging and The linking OF Inc oe"'.
Hear the mellow weddns-bells,
Golden bells2
What world OF happlnes 'ne'r haiino 'oie
Through The balmy air OF night
How they ring out their delight
From The nollen.golden notes,
And all in tune
What liquid duty floats
To The turtle dove that listens, while she eloals
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What gush OF euphony voluminously Welis'
How il swes
How il Gwes
On the Future! how il tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging aud The ringing
o. The bells bells, bells,
OF the bells, bells, bells bells,
Bells belle, bells
To the rhyming and the Ginning OF the bells!
Hear the loud aarum BELLS
Brazeu bells
What tale OF terror now, their tGTbulency telsl
In the startled ear OF night
How they scream out their alright!
Too much Mortified 10 speak,
They can only shrek, shrek,
Out Of tune,
In clamorous appealing TO the mercy OF The hre,
In mad exposluIation with the deaf and frantic
fire
Leaping higher, higher, higher
With desperate cese,
And residue endeavor
Now-now 10 sit, or never,
BY the side OF The pale-faced moon.
On, the bells, bells, bellsl
What tale their terror tells
OF Despsir
How they clang, and clash and roar
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom Of The palpitating airi
Yet the ear, it fully knows.
BY The twanging
And The changing,
How The danger ebos ard flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
10 The jaDsling
And The wIangliDg,
How The danger sinks and swells,
By The sinking or The swelling in The anger Of The
OF the bells bells
OF the bells, bells bells, balls,
Belle, bells, BELLS
In the clanor and the clangor OF the bells.
Hear the tolline Of The BELLS.
Iron bes
What world OF solemn thought their monody
compels!
ln the silence Of the night,
How we shiyeI with alright
Al the melancholy menace oil their tone!
For every sound thai hjas
From the rust within their ihroais
is eroan.
And the people all, The people
They that dwell up in the sleeple,
All alone,
And who. toliing olling tolne,
In that mpiiisd monotone,
Feel glory in 60 rolling
On the human heart stone
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither bru!e co: human
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls. rolls rolls,
Rolls
A rsah from The bells!
And bis merry bosom swells
With The sc IN OF the bells!
And he dances, aud he yells;
Keeping time time, lime,
In sort Of Run;c rhyme
To The rs7n OF the bells
OF The bells:
Keeping iilne time, time,
In sort OF RInic rhyme,
To the hrobbing OF The bells
OF the bells. bells, bells
To the sobbing of The bells:
Keeping lime, time, lime,
As he knells knells, knells.
10 a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling oi The bells
Ofthe bells bells, bells;
To the tollng Of The bells
OF the bells, bells, bells, BELLS
Bells, bells, bells
To the moaning and The eroaning OF The bells.