The Bells Edgar Allan Poe

I.

                        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.

II.

                        Hear the mellow wedding bells
                                Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! —
From the molten-golden notes
And all in tune
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! — how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells —
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!