Now is the virgin with child, Oh holy my heart in the snow,There in the ox-stall defiled Lieth the lily white doe.
Soon to her soft breast she presses, &n [...]
(Bretforton)
I know an inn where wood-smoke curlsFrom an old wide hearth,Where the fire gleams in candlesticksOn the chimney-garth.
I know oak shelves where pewter platesStand in grave steel row,Grey ghosts of harvest suppersUnremembe [...]
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