The Bells (Part 4) by Edgar Allan Poe. What I love about this poem is the transition from the happy and cheerful, to the alarming, and then to solemn... It’s like going through life. The first part represents childhood in the sense of the cheerfulness of winter. The second part is obviously marriage and the happiness of that. Then, in part three, something “alarming” and “terrifying” happens, like maybe illness or some accident or disaster. And the fourth poem is basically… death (of course).