Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-09-06
THE BELLS.

Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver BELLS
What world Of merriment their melody foTetells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
In the icy air of night
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the naturalization that so musica!ly wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
From the juggling and the tinking Of the bells
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells
What world of happiness their harmony foreteIls
through the balmy air Of night
How they ring out their delight
From the molten. golden notes
And ali in tune,
What liquid ditty floats
To the tllrtledove that listens while she gloats
On the moOni
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What gu sh Of urhony vOluminously wells
How it swells
How it dwells
On the Future how it tells
OF the rapture that it impels
Tt the swinging and the ringing
OF the bslls bells bells, D-
OF the bells, bells, bells, be
Bells, bells, bells
To the rllyming and the Ginning " the bells
Hear the loud alarum BELLS
BFazen bells
What tale of terror, new, their turbulency tells
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their alright
Too much Mortified to speak,
They can only shrek, shrek.
Out of tune,
In clarnorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In mad expostuation with the deaf and frantic fire
LeaPing higher, higher, higher,
With desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Nov to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon,
Oh, the bells BELLS bells
What tale their terror tells
OF despair
How they clang, and clash, and roar /!
What horror they outpenr
On the bosom Of the palpita;Ing air
Yet the ear, it fully knows
By the twanging,
And the Changing,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
\ ct the ear distinctly tells,
In the janglng
And the wranglng,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the
bells
OF the bells
OF the Ills, bells, bells,
Bells bells, bells
In the clamor and clangor OF the bells
Hear the tolling OF the BELLS
Iron bells
What world of solemn thought tkeir monody com.
pels
In the silence of the night
How We shiver with alright
AT the melancholy menace OF their tone
Foe every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is groan:
And the people-ah, the people
They that dwell up in the steepe,
Ali alone,
And who tolling, tol!ing, tolling,
In that muffled monotone
Feel glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone
They are neither mali woman
They are neither brute or human
They are Ghouls
And their king 1t is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls rolls, rolls,
A paan from the bells
And his merry bosom swells
With the pecan Of the bells
And he dances and he yelis
Keeping time, time, time,
In sort of Runc rhyme.
To the Peln Of the bells
OF the bells;
Keep ng tine, time, time,
In a sort OF Rune rhyme,
To the throbbing Of the bells
OF the BELLS bells, BELLS
To the sobblng of the bells
Keeping time time, time,
AS he kneels, kneels, kneeis,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells
of the bells bells, bells
To the tolling of the bells,
OF the bells bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
To the moaning and the groaning OF the bells.
-TEdgar A. Poe.