Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long