THE BELLS
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 the tinkling of the bells. Edgar Allan Poe
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