While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells 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 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 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! 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, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavour Now, now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. What a tale their terror tells How they clang, and clash, and roar ! On the bosom of the palpitating air! 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, In the clamour and the clangour 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- 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— And their king it is who tolls; Rolls A pæan from the bells; Keeping time, time, time, To the throbbing of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells To the sobbing of the bells; E |