CHRISTMAS NIGHT.
N gloaming light on Christmas night, I sate at my organ playing,Fitful gleams from the sea-coals bright, The garments of night were fraying.They draped my room in weirdest gloom, They frescoed the walls of gray,Tho' glint of gold, and a scarlet plume Deck'd the shroud of the corpse of day.
I cannot tell you what I played, For I scarce could see the keys,As I felt out the harmony that stray'd Through my soul like a heavenly breeze;
And breathed vague tuneful numbers, Some old and forgotten rhyme,That memory still encumbers With the ring of a first-love chime.
