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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!
Hear the tolling of the 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.
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 humanThey are Ghouls :
And their king it is who tolls;
A pæan from the bells!
With the pean of the bells!
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,