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A Little Winter Poe-try

It's been a cold and snowy week in Washington, which naturally put us in a wonderful wintry mood (or a cranky, bitter mood, if you're the summer type). To celebrate the fact that it finally feels like winter, we thought we'd share "The Bells," a sweet seasonal poem from Edgar Allan Poe, published posthumously in 1849. Granted, Poe isn't usually associated with adjectives such as "sweet," and true to form, "The Bells" deviates into themes of alarm and death by the third stanza. But we'll ignore that for now and instead focus on the poem's really lovely first stanza, which should help you feel festive no matter how much you might deplore the winter weather.

"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 ice 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.



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