《飘落在角落的点滴》汝雪

11、 The Bells--Allan Poe

　　Hear the tolling of the bells---
　　Iron bells!
　　What a word of solemn thought their monody compels!
　　In the silence of the night
　　How we shiver with affright
　　At the melancholy meaning of the 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 or 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.