“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
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.”
–Alfred Lord Tennyson,- ‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’.
Emile Branchard – Winter Night c.1930′s