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