The Bells

Of the molten golden bells

From the rust within our throats
Hear the tolling of the bells
Of the melancholy bells
With a crystalline delight
Through the dances and the yells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
That so musically wells

What a world of merriment
What a tale of terror now
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
From the throbbing and the sobbing
How it swells
For all the sound that floats
What a world of happiness
With a sort of Runic rhyme

Oh, they can only shriek
Through the balmy air of night
Hear the mellow wedding bells
How it dwells
Hear the loud alarm bells

From the swinging and the ringing
Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells
With a desperate desire

All the heavens seem to twinkle
How the danger ebbs and flows
Keeping time, time, time
And the people sit and groan
In their muffled monotone
Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels

Their harmony foretells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

On the future
Iron bells
And the rapture that impels

Leaping higher, higher, higher
With the clamor and the clanging of the bells
From the tintinnabulation

Their melody foretells
Feels a glory in the rolling
For all the ears to know
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Brazen bells
In the icy air of night
And the tolling, tolling, tolling
Their turbulency tells

To the mercy of the fire

Much too horrified to speak
How they ring out their delight
Golden bells
In a clamorous appealing
How it tells

With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells