Indication

Last night a ringing caused me wake
so questioned, I, whom bell tolled for.
Ringers council then did take.
Unmovingly, I closed the door.
Their cries came to me piercingly,
though muffled through the board of oak,
"Have you not heard? It tolls for thee!
Throw off your heavy burdened yoke!"
But wishing not to tempt my fate,
ignoring all their harshest cries,
I slept on in my dreamed state,
resisting their dismissive lies:
    "Sleep on! Sleep on! O Withered Heart!"
    Reject what sets your life apart."