A Child of the Snows
There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
- And never before or again,
- And the dark is alive with rain.
Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
- The place where the great fires are,
- And the heart of the earth a star.
And at night we win to the ancient inn
We follow the feet where all souls meet
- Where the child in the frost is furled,
- At the inn at the end of the world.
The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,
The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,
- For the flame of the sun is flown,
- And a Child comes forth alone.
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Last modified: 6th June, 1998
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