Ring, bells, ring - ring out clear! 
 Perhaps by the vague sentiment that you raise -
 I know not why - you remind me of my infanc 
         Ring, bells, ring! Your soul is a tea 
         What does it matter? My childhood's glee -
         You cannot call it back to m
 Ring, bells, ring out your song! 
 You remind me of some happiness
 (Perhaps one that I never felt), 
 Of what has been, of what lasts not long, 
 Of what was not but seems now a blis 
 Something of sorrow, something of despair 
         Is in me by your melod 
 Sing, sing of the past which was fair -
         You cannot call it back to m
         Though you sing but your set melody, 
         Yet ring out wildly, wildly, bells!
 Ring out the song that tears out the heart,
         Speaking of what I know not, sing
         To and fro till the soul's deep smart
 Calms itself by too much, too deep in the hear
         In the wordless speech of your own 
         Ring out, wild bells, ring out! 
         Ye have something of souls left alone;
 Ye give me a sorrow, a deep ache of doubt, 
         Ununderstood sentiment sa
 Do you sing of my childhood that thus you should moan? 
         Then I was unconscious; now I am ma
 Ring out bells! Your sadness that stings 
         Has a sob as an inner soun 
         I have in me colossal thing
 Ring on! in your music I am drowne
 All in the world has a limit and boun 
         Ring on, desperate and free!
 Can ye not of skies and of wings 
         Speak loud to my misery?
 Speak an ye will; except sorrow and pain 
         Ye bring not anything to m
         Ring out, wild bells, clearly, deep!
 Whatever the pain ye sing of may be -
 What does it matter? Life, death are one sleep 
         Full of dreams of agon 
         All is unreal and we blin
 Ring out your song! I desire to weep 
         For all that my life might b
 All that you call or recall to my mind
 You cannot bring nor bring back to m