La Envidia y la Trilogía Narcisista (página 2)

The BellsHear the
sledges with the bells-Silver bells!

What a world of
merriment their melody foretells!

How they tinkle,
tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night!

While the stars
that oversprinkle

All the heavens,
seem to twinkle

With a
crystalline delight;

Keeping time,
time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the
tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells,
bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-

From the jingling
and the tinkling of the bells.

IIHear the mellow
wedding bells, Golden 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,

And an in
tune,

What a liquid
ditty floats

To the
turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

On the
moon!

Oh, from out the
sounding cells,

What a gush of
euphony voluminously wells!

How it swells!How
it dwells

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,

Bells, bells,
bells-

To the rhyming
and the chiming of the bells!

IIIHear the loud
alarum bells-

Brazen
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,

Out of
tune,

In a clamorous
appealing to the mercy of the fire,

In a mad
expostulation with the deaf and frantic
fire,

Leaping higher,
higher, higher,

With a desperate
desire,

And a resolute
endeavor,

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

Of
Despair!

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,

By the
twanging,

And the
clanging,

How the danger
ebbs and flows:

Yet the ear
distinctly tells,

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 clamor and
the clangor of the bells!

IVHear 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

At the melancholy
menace of their tone!

For every sound
that floats

From the rust
within their throats Is a groan.

And the people-
ah, the people-

They that dwell
up in the steeple,

All
Alone

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-

They are
Ghouls:And their king it is who tolls;

And he rolls,
rolls, rolls,Rolls

A paean from the
bells!

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-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,

In a happy Runic
rhyme,

To the rolling of
the bells-Of the bells, bells, bells:

To the tolling of
the bells,Of the bells, bells, bells,
bells-

Bells, bells,
bells-

To the moaning
and the groaning of the bells.