Here is a terrific Christmas Poem by Thomas Hatdy,"The Oxen."The Oxen Thomas Hardy (1915) Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.“Now they are all on their knees,”An elder said as we sat in a flockBy the embers in hearthside ease.We pictured the meek mild creatures whereThey dwelt in their strawy pen.Nor did it occur to one of us thereTo doubt they were kneeling then.So fair a fancy few believeIn these years! Yet, I feel,If someone said on Christmas Eve“Come; see the oxen kneel“In the lonely barton by yonder combOur childhood used to know,”I should go with him in the gloom,Hoping it might be so.
Hi Joe,Passing it on from Carol Saba, who shared that very poem, here is a great critique of The Oxen at The Victorian Web.Also, on the "More holiday verse" link, I found the link that poetry is more of: Winter lights, winter nightsMerry Christmas.Yours,Rus
Here is a terrific Christmas Poem by Thomas Hatdy,"The Oxen."
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Thomas Hardy (1915)
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen.
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few believe
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve
“Come; see the oxen kneel
“In the lonely barton by yonder comb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Hi Joe,
ReplyDeletePassing it on from Carol Saba, who shared that very poem, here is a great critique of The Oxen at The Victorian Web.
Also, on the "More holiday verse" link, I found the link that poetry is more of: Winter lights, winter nights
Merry Christmas.
Yours,
Rus