In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fireLeaping higher, higher, higher,With a desperate desire,And a resolute endeavor Now--now to sit or never,By the side of the pale-faced moon.Oh, the bells, bells, bells!What a tale their terror tellsOf Despair!How they clang, and clash, and roar!What a horror they outpourOn the bosom of the palpitating air!Yet the ear it fully knows,By the twanging,And the clanging,How the danger ebbs and flows;Yet the ear distinctly tells,In the jangling, And the wrangling,How the danger sinks and swells,