Like committee-men a-wrangle,
And my thoughts are in a tangle
Of mixed doldrums and delight.
How they chime, chime, chime!
In my head there runs a rhyme,
And I wish I were but certain what their shindying foretells,
What a future I may gather from the voices of the bells—
The jangling and the wrangling of the bells!
Now they sound like wedding bells,
Golden bells!