And an eye that’s all a-twinkle
With a demon-like delight.
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of flabby rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically swells,
With his yells, yells, yells, yells, yells, yells, yells—
How we tolerate the torture of those yells!
Fun. October, 1886.
The Bells.