Ligeia und andere Novellen; Sieben Gedichte

By Edgar Allan Poe

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Schwellen in dem schnellen
Glockenklang,
In dem Klang --
In dem Klang, Klang, Klang, Klang,
Klang, Klang, Klang --
Durch das Härmen und das Lärmen in dem Klang.


IV.

Hört der Eisenglocken Klang --
Eisenklang!
Welche Welt von Trauer trägt ihr monotoner Sang!
In der Grabesruh der Nacht
Wie er uns erschauern macht
Durch das Trauern und das Drohen in dem Ton!
Denn die Klänge, die entrollen
Rostigen Glockenkehlen, tollen
Grollend fort.
O, die Wesen, die dort oben
In dem Glockenturme toben --
Einsam dort
Mit den monotonen Glocken --
Die da tollen, tollen, tollen,
Voll verschleiertem Frohlocken
Einen Stein aufs Herz uns rollen --
Leichenfressende Dämonen
Sind's, die in den Glocken wohnen,
All im Sold
Ihres Königs, der da tollt,
Der da rollt, rollt, rollt,
Rollt
Triumph aus Glockenklang!
Und sein Busen schwillt im Drang
Des Triumphs aus Glockenklang.
Johlend tanzt er zu dem Sang;
Haltend Schritt, Schritt, Schritt
Tanzt er Runenrhythmen mit
Zum Triumph aus Glockenklang,
Glockenklang.
Haltend Schritt, Schritt, Schritt
Tanzt er

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