Friday, December 21, 2012
"Christmas Bells," by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Christmas Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid, the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound;
Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and now decrease;
Peace and good will, good will and peace;
Peace and good will, to all mankind
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