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XIX. The Bells

Year after year I heard that faint, far ringingOf deep-toned bells on the black midnight wind;Peals from no steeple I could ever find,But strange, as if across some great void winging.I searched my dreams and memories for a clue,And thought of all the chimes my visions carried;Of quiet Innsmouth, where the white gulls tarriedAround an ancient spire that once I knew.Always perplexed I heard those far notes falling,Till one March night the bleak rain splashing coldBeckoned me back through gateways of recallingTo elder towers where the mad clappers tolled.They tolled – but from the sunless tides that pourThrough sunken valleys on the sea's dead floor.