Oh, the bells, bells, bells! How they clang, and clash, and roar ! And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; 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! 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- And who tolling, tolling, tolling, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman- They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; A Rolls pæan from the bells! Keeping time, time, time, To the tolling of the bells To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. lalume. THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispéd and sere― It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, Here once, through an alley Titanic, Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sereFor we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year(Ah, night of all nights in the year! We noted not the dim lake of Auber(Though once we had journeyed down hereRemembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. And now, as the night was senescent, Distinct with its duplicate horn. And I said " She is warmer than Dian: She revels in a region of sighs: These cheeks, where the worm never dies, To shine on us with her bright eyes- But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said-" Sadly this star I mistrustHer pallor I strangely mistrust:Oh, hasten!-oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly !—let us fly!-for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they trailed in the dust- Plumes till they trailed in the dust- I replied "This is nothing but dreaming: Its Sybilic splendour is beaming With hope and in beauty to-night :- Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, We safely may trust to a gleaming That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to heaven through the night." Thus I pacified Psyche, and kissed her, And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb- And I said "What is written, sweet sister, 66 She replied " Ulalume-Ulalume- Then my heart it grew ashen and sober, As the leaves that were crisped and sere― As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried-"It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed-I journeyed down here- Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, Annabel Lee. IT was many and many a year ago, That a maiden there lived, whom you may know And this maiden she lived with no other thought I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love- With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven |