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  • 25-12-2023 10:08am
    #1
    Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 9,768 Mod ✭✭✭✭


    Noël by J. R. R. Tolkien

     

    Grim was the world and grey last night:

    The moon and stars were fled,

    The hall was dark without song or light,

    The fires were fallen dead.

    The wind in the trees was like to the sea,

    And over the mountains’ teeth

    It whistled bitter-cold and free,

    As a sword leapt from its sheath.

     

    The lord of snows upreared his head;

    His mantle long and pale

    Upon the bitter blast was spread

    And hung o’er hill and dale.

    The world was blind, the boughs were bent,

    All ways and paths were wild:

    Then the veil of cloud apart was rent,

    And here was born a Child.

     

    The ancient dome of heaven sheer

    Was pricked with distant light;

    A star came shining white and clear

    Alone above the night.

    In the dale of dark in that hour of birth

    One voice on a sudden sang:

    Then all the bells in Heaven and Earth

    Together at midnight rang.

     

    Mary sang in this world below:

    They heard her song arise

    O’er mist and over mountain snow

    To the walls of Paradise,

    And the tongue of many bells was stirred in

    Heaven’s towers to ring

    When the voice of mortal maid was heard,

    That was mother of Heaven’s King.

     

    Glad is the world and fair this night

    With stars about its head,

    And the hall is filled with laughter and light,

    And fires are burning red.

    The bells of Paradise now ring

    With bells of Christendom,

    And Gloria, Gloria we will sing

    That God on earth is come.



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