By Mervyn Lagden
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 [...]
She came through my window a soft white bird,
And perched on the inner sill unsighted, unheard,
She crossed to my bookcase and pecked &nb [...]
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 [...]