Edgar Allan Poe The Bells
Hear the sledges with the bells,
silver bells, silver bells,
What world of marriement this melody foretells.
How they tnkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy airy of night.
While the stars that over sprinkle, all the heavens seem to twinkle with a crystal line delight.
Keeping time, time, time, in a sort of runic rhyme,
Keeping time, keeping time, keeping time. Keeping time, keeping time, keeping time, keeping time.
To the tin- tinabulation that so musically wells from the bells, bells.
From the jingling and the tinkling, from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells.
