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!