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...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |