After Christmas
Snowed over with the moonlight,
Or turning back the noon-light,
Down through the grooves of space
Earth swung its old, slow way.
But, thronging the rim of heaven,
Angels from morn till even,
Watched earth with reverent pace
Silent its orbit trace,
Cradle wherein God lay.
~~
Charles O'Donnell (1884-1934)
from The Dead Musician, and other poems, 1916
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Charles O'Donnell biography
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