Lake Lyrics and Other Poems

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

ON CHRISTMAS EVE


 

IN byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves,
   Where stealeth in with phosphorescent tread
The glimmering moon, and, ’neath his wattled eaves,
The kennelled hound unto the darkness grieves
   His chilly straw, and from his gloom-lit shed,
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   The wakeful cock proclaims the midnight dread.

With mullioned windows, ’mid its skeleton trees,
   Beneath the moon the ancient manor stands,
Old gables rattle in the midnight breeze,
Old elms make answer to the moaning seas

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   Beyond the moorlands, on the wintry sands,
   While drives the gust along the leafless lands.