The Passing Bell

Come, list and hark! the bell doth toll
For some but new departing soul.
And was not that some ominous fowl —
The bat, the night-crow, or screech-owl?
To these I hear the wild wolf howl
In this black night that seems to scowl.
All these my black-book shall enroll,
For hark! still, still the bell doth toll
For some but now departing soul.

Come, list and hark! the bell doth toll
For some but new departing soul.
And was not that some ominous fowl —
The bat, the night-crow, or screech-owl?
To these I hear the wild wolf howl
In this black night that seems to scowl.
All these my black-book shall enroll,
For hark! still, still the bell doth toll
For some but now departing soul.
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