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Here we broached the Christmas barrel,
  Pushed up the charred log-ends;
Here we sang the Christmas carol,
     And called in friends.

Time has tired me since we met here
  When the folk now dead were young,
And the viands were outset here
     And quaint songs sung.

And the worm has bored the viol
  That used to lead the tune,
Rust eaten out the dial
     That struck night's noon.

Now no Christmas brings in neighbours,
  And the New Year comes unlit;
Where we sang the mole now labours,
     And spiders knit.

Yet at midnight if here walking,
  When the moon sheets wall and tree,
I see forms of old time talking,
     Who smile on me.

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2009 7:15 AM | Viewed: 2271 times

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