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Brazen bells! What 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 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 meaning 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, Rolls A p�an from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the p�an of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the p�an 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.

1849.

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ULALUME

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere -- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: -- It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul -- Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. There were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll -- As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek, In the ultimate climes of the Pole -- That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the Boreal Pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -- Our memories were treacherous and sere; For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year -- (Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber, (Though once we had journeyed down here) We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent, And star-dials pointed to morn -- As the star-dials hinted of morn -- At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn -- Astarte's bediamonded crescent, Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said -- "She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs -- She revels in a region of sighs. She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion, To point us the path to the skies -- To the Lethean peace of the skies -- Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes -- Come up, through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said -- "Sadly this star I mistrust -- Her pallor I strangely mistrust -- Ah, hasten! -- ah, let us not linger! Ah, fly! -- let us fly! -- for we must." In terror she spoke; letting sink her Wings till they trailed in the dust -- In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust -- Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied -- "This is nothing but dreaming. Let us on, by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybillic

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