The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe

Hear the bells
those silver bells
in this world of merriment
where their melody foretells
that of the tinkle
of ice in the night air
where the stars
oversprinkle
all the heavens
with a crystalline delight
keeping time
this Runic rhyme
this tintinnabulation that
swells in music halls
and celestine hells
these bells
these bells
jingling tingling
twinkling
with life.

Hear the wedding bells
toll for thee
in this world of happy
and harmony foretold
by the balmy air of that
cold night
how they ring out in delight
With molten-tunes
and liquidity
turtle-doves surely listening
while they gloat
about the moonlight
streaming out
of their surrounding cells.
What a gush of euphony
voluminating from their
wells
swelling
dwelling
future-telling
rapture-impelling
swinging ringing
the sound of these bells
chiming.

Brazen bells from hell!
What terror they shriek
and scream in my
ear in the startled night
giving horror delight
frightening fright
speaking without meaning
out of tune
cacophonous
rude
cruidity clamor-ring
appealing to the merciful
fires of the almighty
madness exposed to the death
and frantic
leaping ever higher
desperate
desire
resoluteness
endeavored to now sit still
or never forever
beside the pale-blue moon
these bells of terror
and despair.

Clanging clashing roaring
horrors outpouring
into the bosom of the palpitating
air.
The ear knows it full well
this twanging
clanging
the dangerous ebbing and flowing
the ears do distinctly tell
jangles and wrang
how the danger sinks and swells
in these angry bells
bells and more bells.

Toll for thee Iron bells
in a world of solemnity
this monotonous compulsion
in the deep silence
of the night
how we shiver
frightful of the melancholous
menacity of their
tonality
every sound in their throat
floating upwards
rusting
groaning
and the people
yes the people
dwelling in that steeple
alone
tolling and toiling
muffled monotony
feeling the glory in rolling
the human heart as a stone
whether man or woman
brute or human
Ghoulish one and all
their king he who
tolls and rolls
who takes delight
in this sort of dance
this Runic tune
this rhyme
this roll
this moaning
and groaning
of the bells.