The lightly touching tinkling bells,
Shimm’ring, babbling, laughing in the breeze,
The ever-merry tapping bells,
Who now has these?

Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells;
Bells, bells, bells.
Bells. Bells. Bells.

All gladly-sounding glowing golden-bells,
Lilting, lighter, brighter yellow-bells,
Mightier-yellow even whiter bells!
Ivory-keyed I-concerto-bells!
Striding proudly in the breeze
I have these!

The bells of thoughts serenely dear,
Planning, looking, finding—-here!
The hand that reaches for the loved bell’s face,
Then touches, almost, the perfect place.

Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells;
Bells, bells, bells.
Bells. Bells. Bells.

All terrible-sad mad rebellious bells,
Brazed, swinging-fast Goliath bells,
Stronger, harder-hearted mountain bells,
Caught! Smelted! Recast!

Now joyous-sounding royal-loyal-bells,
Silver-lovely radiant treasure-bells,
Sure-as-morning’s darling pleasure-bells,
Sledging! steady! ready! wedding-bells! Bells!
All happy in the breeze,
We have these!

High, soft, snapdragon bells;
Kissed, whisp’ring, thoughtful body-bells;
“Bells……bells……bells”.