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Christmas Night.
With Handel I seemed communing,
Till my spirit was almost lost
To earth's discords and untuning,
Her warfare, bloodshed and frost.

Then I fell into listless musing,
Dreamily fingered the chords,
The harmony still unloosing,
That could find no vent in words.

In gloaming light, on Christmas night,
I sate at my organ playing,
While fitful gleams from the sea-coals bright,
The garments of night were fraying.

They shadow'd my room in spectral gloom,
They frescoed my walls of gray,
Tho' glint of gold and a scarlet plume
Deck'd the shroud of the dying day.

Bath, 1862.