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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
 
The Bell
By Carl Spitteler (1845–1924)
 
BELL, my silver-tonguèd bell,
Oh, thy secret prithee tell:
Dwellst where bats and night-owls roam,
Lonely in thy mouldered home;
Tell me, whence thy solemn ring?        5
And who taught thee, pray, to sing?
 
When in gloomy shaft I lay,
Night of hell I saw alway.
In this tower high and free
Through the whirling winds I see        10
Human sorrow graced by soul.
Dost thou wonder why I toll?
 
 
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