The Bell-Deep钟渊

　　Yes， this was the story the Bell told.

　　“Into the tower came also the dapper man-servant of the bishop； and when I， the Bell， who am made of metal， rang hard and loud， and swung to and fro， I might have beaten out his brains. He sat down close under me， and played with two little sticks as if they had been a stringed instrument； and he sang to it. 'Now I may sing it out aloud， though at other times I may not whisper it. I may sing of everything that is kept concealed behind lock and bars. Yonder it is cold and wet. The rats are eating her up alive！ Nobody knows of it！ Nobody hears of it！ Not even now， for the bell is ringing and singing its loud Ding-dong， ding-dong！'

　　“there was a King in those days. They called him Canute. He bowed himself before bishop and monk； but when he offended the free peasants with heavy taxes and hard words， they seized their weapons and put him to flight like a wild beast. He sought shelter in the church， and shut gate and door behind him. The violent band surrounded the church； I heard tell of it. The crows， ravens and magpies started up in terror at the yelling and shouting that sounded around. They flew into the tower and out again， they looked down upon the throng below， and they also looked into the windows of the church， and screamed out aloud what they saw there. King Canute knelt before the altar in prayer； his brothers Eric and Benedict stood by him as a guard with drawn swords； but the King's servant， the treacherous Blake， betrayed his master. The throng in front of the church knew where they could hit the King， and one of them flung a stone through a pane of glass， and the King lay there dead！ The cries and screams of the savage horde and of the birds sounded through the air， and I joined in it also； for I sang 'Ding-dong！ ding-dong！'

　　“the church bell hangs high， and looks far around， and sees the birds around it， and understands their language. The wind roars in upon it through windows and loopholes； and the wind knows everything， for he gets it from the air， which encircles all things， and the church bell understands his tongue， and rings it out into the world， 'Ding-dong！ ding-dong！'

　　“But it was too much for me to hear and to know； I was not able any longer to ring it out. I became so tired， so heavy， that the beam broke， and I flew out into the gleaming Au， where the water is deepest， and where the Au-mann lives， solitary and alone； and year by year I tell him what I have heard and what I know. Ding-dong！ ding-dong”

　　Thus it sounds complainingly out of the bell-deep in the Odense-Au. That is what grandmother told us.

　　But the schoolmaster says that there was not any bell that rung down there， for that it could not do so； and that no Au-mann dwelt yonder， for there was no Au-mann at all！ And when all the other church bells are sounding sweetly， he says that it is not really the bells that are sounding， but that it is the air itself which sends forth the notes； and grandmother said to us that the Bell itself said it was the air who told it to him， consequently they are aGREed on that point， and this much is sure.

　　“Be cautious， cautious， and take good heed to thyself，” they both say.

　　the air knows everything. It is around us， it is in us， it talks of our thoughts and of our deeds， and it speaks longer of them than does the Bell down in the depths of the Odense-Au where the Au-mann dwells. It rings it out in the vault of heaven， far， far out， forever and ever， till the heaven bells sound “Ding-dong！ ding-dong！”