‘Twas another busy day at the Grand Hotel,
amid the din and bustle of porters
who came up and went down to the clamorous knell,
arousing opposition from certain quarters.
Some felt it should be left off for a spell
for the peace of those arriving from out of town.
But no one could locate the source of the ringing,
and that’s why the porters went up and down.
We suspected it issued from something swinging
from a ledge on a wall somewhere far down below,
though truly it was difficult to know.
As we sealed off the holes through which their windings led,
the visitors from out of town arrived in droves
to audit what we had thought they’d oppose.
“An agreeable realm of sound!” is what they said.
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