Ah the gods

The gods! Ah, the gods The little silver gods How fairy-like a melody there bloats Within their throats From their fire and brimstone spewing throats From the parched and arid throats Of the gods, gods, gods— Of the gods! The gods!-ah the gods ! The heavy iron gods! The horror of their power floats From their throats From their ever-infallible throats From their melancholy idol throats How I shudder at the notes Of the gods, gods, gods Of the gods ! With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe and Mrs. M. A. Shew The original idea for The Bells, is believed to have been given to Poe by his friend, Mrs Shew. An earlier draft, (titled, The Bells, By Mrs. M. A. Shew.) Contained only two stanzas, totalling seventeen lines.