The moonlight makes a fairer day—
The restless horses seem to say,
“Oh, why are you delaying?”
They spurn the ground with flying feet,
The sleigh-bells tinkle clear and sweet—
Life has never a joy to beat
Nannie’s and mine out sleighing!
My love then nestles near my arm,
Among the furs so soft and warm,
And I, my heart obeying,