Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | III. The Seasons | | Sleigh Song | | G. W. Pettee |
| | | JINGLE, jingle, clear the way, | |
| ’T is the merry, merry sleigh! | |
| As it swiftly scuds along. | |
| Hear the burst of happy song; | |
| See the gleam of glances bright, | 5 |
| Flashing o’er the pathway white! | |
| Jingle, jingle, past it flies, | |
| Sending shafts from hooded eyes,— | |
| Roguish archers, I ’ll be bound, | |
| Little heeding whom they wound; | 10 |
| See them, with capricious pranks, | |
| Ploughing now the drifted banks; | |
| Jingle, jingle, mid the glee | |
| Who among them cares for me? | |
| Jingle, jingle, on they go, | 15 |
| Capes and bonnets white with snow, | |
| Not a single robe they fold | |
| To protect them from the cold; | |
| Jingle, jingle, mid the storm, | |
| Fun and frolic keep them warm; | 20 |
| Jingle, jingle, down the hills, | |
| O’er the meadows, past the mills, | |
| Now ’t is slow, and now ’t is fast; | |
| Winter will not always last. | |
| Jingle, jingle, clear the way! | 25 |
| ’T is the merry, merry sleigh. | | | | |
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