To day I brought to you one of
my favorite poems
its called The Bells and I freaking love it
and oh, its by Edgar Alan Poe so please enjoy it
THE BELLS
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1849)
Hear the sledges with the bells
What a world of merriment their melody foretells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Hear the mellow wedding bells
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Hear the loud alarum bells-
What a 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,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
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
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,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
In the clamor and the clangor 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
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
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-
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean 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,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells
Don't ask me why do I love this poem
And hopefully, you will too
