The Bells

      By Mrs. M. L. Shew. [and Edgar A. Poe]

    The bells! ah, the bells!
    The little silver bells!
How fairy-like a melody there floats
        From their throats.
        From their merry little throats
        From the silver, tinkling throats
    Of the bells, bells, bells
        Of the bells!

    The bells! ah, the bells!
    The heavy iron bells!
How horrible a monody there floats
        From their throats
        From their deep-toned throats
        From their melancholy throats!
        How I shudder at the notes
    Of the bells, bells, bells
        Of the bells!


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