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The Bells
by 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 cells
What 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. 

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Public domain The Bells is currently in the Public Domain. This text can now be legally distributed as the work was published before 1923 and the author died in 1849 therefore the 70 year extension has expired.

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