The Bells

Hear the sledges 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 tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

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 an 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

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

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 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

Of the bells, bells, bells, bells bells, bells, bells

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells

Bells! Bells! Bells! Bells! Bells! Of the bells！