The Bells

The Bellsby Edgar Allan Poe
Story copied from the Wikisource.
----
I       Hear the sledges with the bells —               Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!       How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,          In the icy air of night!       While the stars that oversprinkle       All the heavens seem to twinkle          With a crystalline delight;       Keeping time, time, time,       In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells     From the bells, bells, bells, bells,               Bells, bells, bells —  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.II       Hear the mellow wedding bells —               Golden bells!What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!       Through the balmy air of night       How they ring out their delight!         From the molten-golden notes,               And all in tune,         What a liquid ditty floats  To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats               On the moon!       Oh, from out the sounding cellsWhat a gush of euphony voluminously wells!               How it swells!               How it dwells       On the Future! — how it tells       Of the rapture that impels     To the swinging and the ringing       Of the bells, bells, bells,       Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,             Bells, bells, bells —To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!III       Hear the loud alarum bells —                Brazen bells!What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!       In the startled ear of night       How they scream out their affright!         Too much horrified to speak,         They can only shriek, shriek,                Out of tune,In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,           Leaping higher, higher, higher,           With a desperate desire,         And a resolute endeavor         Now — now to sit or never,       By the side of the pale-faced moon.           Oh, the bells, bells, bells!           What a tale their terror tells                Of Despair!         How they clang, and clash, and roar!         What a horror they outpour       On 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 distinctly tells,                In the jangling                And the wrangling,         How the danger sinks and swells,By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells —                Of the bells,         Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,              Bells, bells, bells —  In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!IV        Hear the tolling of the bells —                 Iron bells!What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!        In the silence of the night,        How we shiver with affright      At the melancholy menace of their tone!        For every sound that floats        From the rust within their throats                 Is a groan.      And the people — ah, the people —      They that dwell up in the steeple,                 All alone,      And who tolling, tolling, tolling,        In that muffled monotone,      Feel a glory in so rolling        On the human heart a stone —      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          A paean from the bells!        And his merry bosom swells          With the paean of the bells!        And he dances, and he yells;        Keeping time, time, time,        In a sort of Runic rhyme,          To the paean 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 knells, knells, knells,        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. 
Category:EAP
Category:Poetry