Demo: IN POE PARK - The Bells
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Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody
foretells!
How they twinkle, twinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, 2x
Bells, bells, bells -
Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the anger of the bells -
bells,
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too horrified to speak,
They can only 2x
shriek, shriek,
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
On the moon! On the moon!
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
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 menace
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
On the moon! On the moon!
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
Demo: IN POE PARK - Dream in a dream
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Take this kiss upon the brow
For I am parting from you now,
You are not wrong, don't it seem
That our days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it any less gone?
All we see
or all we seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
for I can walk and think and talk
then its gone again
and now I stand amid the roar
- Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I am holding in my hand
the Grains of the golden sand-
And now I stand amid the roar
- Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I am holding in my hand
the Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how the're creeping through
my fingers to the deep, to you
- O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
A dream in a dream in a
dream in a dream
Is all that we see and all we seem
AHAhahahahahaha lalalaa
Demo: IN POE PARK - to the lake
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In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then - ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -
Nor Love - although the love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
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