Somebody has to post it

1850

RING OUT, WILD BELLS

(From In Memoriam A.H.H.)

by Alfred Tennyson

RING OUT, WILD BELLS -

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. -

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If a Buddhist can get away with that last line.