Christmas Eve by Ella Rhoads Higginson

Straight thro’ a fold of purple mist
The sun goes down―a crimson wheel―
And like an opal burns the sea
That once was cold as steel.

With pomp of purple, gold and red,
Thou wilt come back at morrow’s dawn. . .
But thou can’st never bring, O Sun,
The Christmas that is gone!

From: https://ellahigginson.blogspot.com/p/christmas-eve_16.html

Date: 1898

By: Ella Rhoads Higginson (1862-1940)

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