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 -- oh, 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.