Brief, on a flying night,
   From the shaken tower
A flock of bells take flight,
   And go with the hour.
Like birds from the cote to the gales,
   Abrupt—O hark!
A fleet of bells set sails,
   And go to the dark.
Sudden the cold airs swing.
   Alone, aloud,
A verse of bells takes wing
   And flies with the cloud.

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Created April 9, 2001; not revised.