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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 clamour and the clangour of the bells！
IV。
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
At the melancholy meaning 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；
Rolls
A p鎍n from the bells！
And his merry bosom swells
With the p鎍n of the bells！
And he dances； and he yells；
Keeping time； time； time；
In a sort of Runic rhyme；
To the p鎍n 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。
1849。
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ULALUME
The skies they were ashen and sober；
The leaves they were crisped and sere
The leaves they were withering and sere；
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year：
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber；
In the misty mid region of Weir：
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber；
In the ghoul…haunted woodland of Weir。
Here once； through an alley Titanic；
Of cypress； I roamed with my Soul
Of cypress； with Psyche； my Soul。
There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek；
In the ultimate climes of the Pole
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the Boreal Pole。
Our talk had been serious and sober；
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere
Our memories were treacherous and sere；
For 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 here）
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber；
Nor the ghoul…haunted woodland of Weir。
And now； as the night was senescent；
And star…dials pointed to morn
As the star…dials hinted of morn
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born；
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn
Astarte's bediamonded crescent；
Distinct with its duplicate horn。
And I said 〃She is warmer than Dian：
She rolls through an ether of sighs
She revels in a region of sighs。
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks； where the worm never dies；
And has come past the stars of the Lion；
To point us the path to the skies
To the Lethean peace of the skies
Come up； in despite of the Lion；
To shine on us with her bright eyes
Come up； through the lair of the Lion；
With love in her luminous eyes。〃
But Psyche； uplifting her finger；
Said 〃Sadly this star I mistrust
Her pallor I strangely mistrust
Ah； hasten！ ah； let us not linger！
Ah； fly！ let us fly！ for we must。〃
In terror she spoke； letting sink her
Wings till they trailed in the dust
In agony sobbed； letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust。
I replied 〃This is nothing but dreaming。
Let us on； by this tremulous light！
Let us bathe in this crystalline light！
Its Sybillic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to…night
See！ it flickers up the sky through the night！
Ah； we safely may trust to its gleaming；
And be sure it will lead us aright
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 tempted her out of her gloom
And conquered her scruples and gloom；
And we passed to the end of the vista
But were stopped by the door of a tomb
By the door of a legended tomb：
And I said 〃What is written； sweet sister；
On the door of this legended tomb？〃
She replied 〃Ulalume Ulalume
'T is the vault of thy lost 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！
That I brought a dread burden down here
On this night； of all nights in the year；
Ah； what demon has tempted me here？
Well I know； now； this dim lake of Auber
This misty mid region of Weir：
Well I know； now； this dank tarn of Auber
This ghoul…haunted woodland of Weir。〃
1847。
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TO HELEN
I saw thee once once only years ago：
I must not say how many but not many。
It was a July midnight； and from out
A full…orbed moon； that； like thine own soul； soaring；
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven；
There fell a silvery…silken veil of light；
With quietude； and sultriness； and slumber；
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden；
Where no wind dared to stir； unless on tiptoe
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out； in return for the love…