Publisher's Synopsis
As cav'lier golems march and wheel,
In tiny danse of death and holm
And arc their blades of mint and bone
To tinkling chaunt of glockenspiel;
And from the shadow's watching wall?
Krampus sighing, claimeth all.
See his sorrowed eyes abright,
Bells a-tinkling in the night;
Sixty-six the bells they are,
Shiv'ring silver-bright I see:
Bell woven to brimstone, beard, and mane,
Regardless of thy slumber feign'd.