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Hear the mellow wedding belle
Through the balmy air of night
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
How it swells !
How it dwells
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells
Hear the loud alarum bells !
In the startled ear of night
Out of tune,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
Now-now to sit or never,
Oh, the bells, bells, bells,
What a horror they outpour
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
Of the bells-
Bells, bells, 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
For every sound that floats
Is a groan!
In that muffled monotone,
On the human heart a stone
They are neither man nor woman,
They are ghouls !
Keeping time, time, time,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
Bells, bells, bells
THE WREOK OF THE HESPERUS.
That sailed the wintry sea;
To bear him company.
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
The smoke now west, now south.
Then up and spake an old sailor,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main: "I pray theo put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
"Last night, the moon had a golden ring, **
And to night no moon we see !"
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frightened steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
“Come hither! come hither, my little daughter,
And do not tremble so ;
That ever wind did blow.”
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast;
And bound her to the mast.
“O father! I hear the church bells ring,
O say, what may it be ?" 11 Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!"
And he steered for the open sea.
"O father! I hear the sound of guns,
O say, what may it be ?" "Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!".
"O father! I see a gleaming light,
O say what may it be ?"
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
On the rocks and the hard sea sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
Like the horns of an angry bull.