Winter Bells

Amid the birdsong of the morn

We hear the chime of bells,

But none among the wise or learned

Can guess what it foretells.

Some say that dancing fairy-folk

Make music in their ring,

Some say it's only surly cows

Who miss the grass of Spring.

What woke us with its chiming bells

Was elf or maybe cow,

But matters not as much as this:

O what will we do now?