The Magi Carol

Sheep of the fold, fowls of the storm,

In chill the child, chaste in his manger--

The kings are coming to crown a King

And here we are, waiting to welcome

                           them together:

              We wish you joy again--

                   Gale, oak & heather,

              Mistletoe & pine--

                   In any winter weather.

Bearing gold, gifts of myrrh,

Of frankincense--seed of thyme,

Vervain and thorn, horn at the gate--

The Magi move among the snows 

                           together:

               We wish you joy again--

                    Gale, oak & heather,

               Mistletoe & pine--

                    In any winter weather.
 

Reap the heart of the hoar oak

With a scythe of ore, open the gate

Of the golden bough, bend to dream

Before the stable, the stall of fortune

                            all together:

                We wish you joy again--

                     Gale, oak & heather,

                Mistletoe & pine--

                     In any winter weather.

                                       ------Wesli Court

On A November Day

 "My Sorrow, when she's here with me,

    Thinks these dark days of autumn rain 

Are beautiful as they can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

    She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.

    She talks and I am fain to list:

She's glad the birds are gone away,

She's glad her simple worsted gray

    Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,

    The faded earth, the heavy sky,

The beauties she so truly sees,

She thinks I have no eye for these,

    And vexes me for reason why. . ."

-----from "My November Guest," 

                         by Robert Frost