La Cloche Fêlée (the Cracked Bell) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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II est amer et doux pendant les nuits d'hiver	A
D' couter pr s du feu qui palpite et qui fume	B
Les souvenirs lointains lentement s' lever	A
Au bruit des carillons qui chantent dans la brume	B
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Bienheureuse la cloche au gosier vigoureux	C
Qui malgr sa vieillesse alerte et bien portante	D
Jette fid lement son cri religieux	C
Ainsi qu'un vieux soldat qui veille sous la tente	D
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Moi mon me est f l e et lorsqu'en ses ennuis	C
Elle veut de ses chants peupler l'air froid des nuits	C
II arrive souvent que sa voix affaiblie	E
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Semble le r le pais d'un bless qu'on oublie	E
Au bord d'un lac de sang sous un grand tas de morts	C
Et qui meurt sans bouger dans d'immenses efforts	C
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The Flawed Bell	E
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It is bitter and sweet on winter nights	C
To listen by the fire that smokes and palpitates	C
To distant souvenirs that rise up slowly	E
At the sound of the chimes that sing in the fog	F
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Happy is the bell which in spite of age	G
Is vigilant and healthy and with lusty throat	D
Faithfully sounds its religious call	E
Like an old soldier watching from his tent	D
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I my soul is flawed and when a prey to ennui	E
She wishes to fill the cold night air with her songs	C
It often happens that her weakened voice	C
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Resembles the death rattle of a wounded man	H
Forgotten beneath a heap of dead by a lake of blood	D
Who dies without moving striving desperately	E
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Translated by William Aggeler	A
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The Cracked Bell	E
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It's sweet and bitter of a winter night	D
To hear beside the crackling smoking log	I
Far memories prepare themselves for flight	D
To carillons that sound amid the fog	F
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Happy's the bell whose vigorous throat on high	J
in spite of time is sound and still unspent	D
To hurl his faithful and religious cry	J
Like an old soldier watching in his tent	D
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My soul is cracked and when amidst its care	A
It tries with song to fill the frosty air	A
Sometimes its voice seems like the feeble croak	K
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A wounded soldier makes lost in the smoke	K
Beneath a pile of dead in bloody mire	A
Trying with fearful efforts to expire	A
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Translated by Roy Campbell	E
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The Cracked Bell	E
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Bitter and sweet it is on these long winter nights	C
To sit before the fire and watch the smoking log	I
Beat like a heart and hear our lost our mute delights	C
Call with the carillons that ring out in the fog	F
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What certitude what health sounds from that brazen throat	D
In spite of age and rust alert O happy bell	E
Sending into the dark your clear religious note	D
Like an old soldier crying through the night 'All's well '	-
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I am not thus my soul is cracked across by care	A
Its voice that once could clang upon this icy air	A
Has lost the power it seems comes faintly forth instead	D
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As from the rattling throat of a hurt man who lies	C
Beside a lake of blood under a heap of dead	D
And cannot stir and in prodigious struggling dies	C
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Translated by Edna St Vincent Millay	E
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La Cloche f l e	E
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'tis bitter joy as winter evenings wear	A
before a smoking hearth which flames aghast	D
to hear slow memories mounting from the past	D
while church bells pierce the pall of misty air	A
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bless d the flawless bell of metal rare	A
the full toned bourdon void of rift and rust	D
which like a guardsman faithful to his trust	D
hurls forth unfailingly its call to prayer	A
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my soul's a riven bell that timidly	E
would fill the frozen night with melody	E
but oft it falters whisperingly weak	L
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as echoing over lakes of blood a shriek	L
muffled by mounds of dead from one who lies	C
moveless as they though struggling till he dies	C
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Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks	C
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The Cracked Bell	E
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It is bitter and sweet during winter nights	C
To listen beside the throbbing smoking fife	M
To distant memories slowly ascending	N
In the sound of the chimes chanting through the fog	F
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Blessed the bell with the vigorous gullet	D
Which despite old age watchful and healthy	E
Throws out faithfully its pious tones	C
Like an old soldier in vigil under his tent	D
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Ah my soul is cracked and when in sorrows	C
It wishes to people the cold air of the night with its songs	C
Often it happens that its feeble voice	C
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Seems like the thick death rattle of one wounded forgotten	O
By the side of a lake of blood under a great weight of dead	D
Who dies without moving amongst enormous efforts	C
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Translated by Geoffrey Wagner	A

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