The Bells of Iron

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Oft I to outside to just be around
That somnolent darksome and tremulous sound
Those great iron giants the staid stolid bells
Whomsoever may hear, is rung by their swells
First brightly announcing the motion of time
A familiar tune which bears no known rhyme
And then to be solemn as great as they're gay
They count the hours like it's man's final day.

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