FabSwingers.com forum: Seasonal

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

A little seasonal poetry for all the bah humbugs out there

Voices In The Mist...A fabby ode by Alfred Lord Tennyson:-

The time draws near the birth of Christ:

The moon is hid; the night is still;

The Christmas bells from hill to hill

Answer each other in the mist.

Four voices of four hamlets round,

From far and near, on mead and moor,

Swell out and fail, as if a door

Were shut between me and the sound:

Each voice four changes on the wind,

That now dilate, and now decrease,

Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,

Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.

By *riendlyfunfemWoman
over a year ago

A world of my own

Thats a lovely verse.

Peace and goodwill, we should all remember the true meaning of Christmas.