E.A.POE's room

The Bells

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　　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
　In the bosom of the palpitating air！
　　　Yet the ear, it fully knows,
　　　　By the twanging
　　　　And the clanging,
　　　How the danger ebbs and flows : ----
　　Yes, 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.