An early poem, inspired by Victoria Magazine.
In this season,
wreathed with garland and velvet,
To the hushed falling
of Christmas stars in the dark,
dusting the mistletoe
with icy silver;
be rich and warm in the
firelight and evergreen:
crimson, emerald, and gold,
radiant in the arabesque of time.
Be joyous, shining,
as the childlike voices of starry carol
into the morning…
O Immanuel,O Immanuel, come.