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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.