Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells]
To read this poem in full, check out Selected Poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published by Penguin Classics, or visit the American Academy of Poets.
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