<h3 id="The_Doom_of_Ys">The Doom of Ys</h3>
<p>DO you hear the bell? ’Tis a silver chime<br/>
But it ringeth not in the bourne of time.</p>
<p>With the wind it swells, with the wind ’twill sink,<br/>
Dying at last by the sea’s dim brink.</p>
<p>By mortal hands the bell was hung<br/>
By mortal hands ’tis never swung.</p>
<p>When the moon’s at full and the long tide creeps<br/>
It rings o’er the town that the deep sea keeps—</p>
<p>The town of Ys, that, unafraid,<br/>
Cursed God’s good bells for the noise they made,</p>
<p>Cursed them well and pulled them down<br/>
From every belfry in the town!</p>
<p>For that sin of pride and that pride of sin,<br/>
Deathly and soft, a Doom stole in.</p>
<p>It sucked through the stone, it stole through the street,<br/>
It rose in the hall, silent and fleet;</p>
<p>Soundless it swept through the market-place<br/>
Folding the town in a chill embrace;</p>
<p>No ruth it knew, it heard no call,<br/>
Sinner and saint it gathered them all,</p>
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<p>Gathered them all, while over them<br/>
The bells they had cursed tolled requiem.</p>
<p>Do you hear the bell? When the full moon rides<br/>
It rings o’er the town that the deep sea hides!</p>
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