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​The Bells

This song is by Valentine Wolfe and appears on the album Once Upon a Midnight (2013).

I.
Hear the sledge 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 tintinabulation 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 pæan from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the pæan of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the pæan 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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