Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, 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! From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people-ah, the people— They that dwell up in the steeple, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A pæan from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the pean of the bells! In a sort of Runic rhyme, Keeping time, time, time, 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. |