E.A.POE's room

The Bells

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　　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 the 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.