Edgar Allan Poe
" How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle ,
in the icy air of night!"
" What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night!
How they ring out their delight!"
" In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire ,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire."
" To the sobbing of the bells ;
Keeping time , time , time. "