Report, if you have a problem with this page“ 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.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true. ”
Alfred Tennyson
From : A Key To Tennyson's In Memoriam
