CRISP and hard lay the snow beneath, The frosty air made young blood tingle, As we glided over the polished road To the sleigh-bells' merriest jingle. We were warmly wrapped to our chins in rugs, Fur-proof against winter's biting weather, There was room in the sleigh for only two, But -- three of us sleighed together. The moon from the clear, cold sky above Flooded the snow with a golden glory, And I whispered -- for how could I refrain? -- The old, old, world-famous story. Must have seemed quite a crowd, you say, With three in the sleigh? Well you @3are@1 stupid! Three's a pleasanter company far, than two, When the person who crowds you in Cupid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |