Immediately after PEBO (President-elect Barack Obama) became POTUS, when he spoke the words, “So help me God,” I sounded my Tibetan singing bowl four times, for myself and the three dear friends who gave me the bowl. We had agreed that we would all ring the bells for Obama, along with thousands of others across America.
And of course, that made me think of Edgar Allan Poe. So not having words sufficient to express how deeply I feel about this change of power, I give you the wedding bell portion of “The Bells,” since this is a form of marriage, of a people to a leader,
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!