Bells (After Poe)

The lightly touching tinkling bells, Shimm'ring, babbling, laughing in the breeze, The ever-merry tapping bells, Who now has these? Low, slow, iron bells; Deep, still, lead bells. Bells. Bells. Bells. All gladly-sounding glowing golden-bells, Lilting, lighter, brighter yellow bells, Mightier-yellow even whiter bells! Ivory-keyed I-concerto-bells! Striding proudly in the breeze I have these! The bells of thoughts serenely dear, Planning, looking, finding---here! The hand that reaches for the loved bell's face, Then touches, almost, the perfect place. Low, slow, iron bells; Deep, still, lead bells; Bells, bells, bells. Bells. Bells. Bells. All terrible-sad mad rebellious bells, Brazed, swinging-fast Goliath bells, Stronger, harder-hearted mountain bells, Caught! Smelted! Recast! Now joyous-sounding royal-loyal-bells, Silver-lovely radiant treasure-bells, Sure-as-morning's darling pleasure-bells, Sledging! steady! ready! wedding -bells! Bells! All happy in the breeze, We have these! High, soft, snapdragon bells; Kissed, whisp'ring, thoughful body-bells, Bells.....bells.....bells.