Noel
STAR-DUST and vaporous light, —
The mist of worlds unborn, —
A shuddering in the awful night
Of winds that bring the morn.
Now comes the dawn: the circling earth;
Creatures that fly and crawl;
And Man, that last, imperial birth;
And Christ, the flower of all.
The mist of worlds unborn, —
A shuddering in the awful night
Of winds that bring the morn.
Now comes the dawn: the circling earth;
Creatures that fly and crawl;
And Man, that last, imperial birth;
And Christ, the flower of all.
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