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. by Edgar Allan Poe










