Sound, bell! Sound! Swell!
Ring for joy and wish her well!
No tale of ill-spell!
Ring, bell! Joy, bell! Love, bell! Ring!
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‘But I don’t see,’ said King Bellamant, when he had told Queen Belinda all about it, ‘how it was that I came to hear them. The Enchanter of the Ringing Well said that only lovers could hear what the bells had to say, and then only when they were together.’
‘You silly dear boy,’ said Queen Belinda, cuddling the baby princess close under her chin, ‘we are lovers, aren’t we? And you don’t suppose I wasn’t with you when you went to ring the bells for our baby—my heart and soul anyway—all of me that matters!’
‘Yes,’ said the King, ‘of course you were. That accounts!’