The Bells
by Edgar Allen Poe
Hear the sledges with the bells --
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their
melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme.
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells --
From the jingling and tinkling of the bells.
