10SEPTUAGESIMA

10SEPTUAGESIMANow all the windows with frost are blinded,As punctual day with greedy smileLifts like a Cyclops evil-mindedHis ruddy eyeball over the isle.In an hour ’tis paled, in an hour ascendedA dazzling light in the cloudless grey.Steel is the ice; the snow unblendedIs trod to dust on the white highway.The lambkins frisk; the shepherd is meltingDrink for the ewes with a fire of straw:The red flames leap at the wild air peltingBitterly thro’ the leafless shaw.Around, from many a village steepleThe sabbath-bells hum over the snow:I give a blessing to parson and peopleAcross the fields as away I go.Over the hills and over the meadowsGay is my way till day be done:Blue as the heaven are all the shadows,And every light is gold in the sun.

10SEPTUAGESIMANow all the windows with frost are blinded,As punctual day with greedy smileLifts like a Cyclops evil-mindedHis ruddy eyeball over the isle.In an hour ’tis paled, in an hour ascendedA dazzling light in the cloudless grey.Steel is the ice; the snow unblendedIs trod to dust on the white highway.The lambkins frisk; the shepherd is meltingDrink for the ewes with a fire of straw:The red flames leap at the wild air peltingBitterly thro’ the leafless shaw.Around, from many a village steepleThe sabbath-bells hum over the snow:I give a blessing to parson and peopleAcross the fields as away I go.Over the hills and over the meadowsGay is my way till day be done:Blue as the heaven are all the shadows,And every light is gold in the sun.

Now all the windows with frost are blinded,As punctual day with greedy smileLifts like a Cyclops evil-mindedHis ruddy eyeball over the isle.In an hour ’tis paled, in an hour ascendedA dazzling light in the cloudless grey.Steel is the ice; the snow unblendedIs trod to dust on the white highway.The lambkins frisk; the shepherd is meltingDrink for the ewes with a fire of straw:The red flames leap at the wild air peltingBitterly thro’ the leafless shaw.Around, from many a village steepleThe sabbath-bells hum over the snow:I give a blessing to parson and peopleAcross the fields as away I go.Over the hills and over the meadowsGay is my way till day be done:Blue as the heaven are all the shadows,And every light is gold in the sun.

Now all the windows with frost are blinded,As punctual day with greedy smileLifts like a Cyclops evil-mindedHis ruddy eyeball over the isle.In an hour ’tis paled, in an hour ascendedA dazzling light in the cloudless grey.Steel is the ice; the snow unblendedIs trod to dust on the white highway.The lambkins frisk; the shepherd is meltingDrink for the ewes with a fire of straw:The red flames leap at the wild air peltingBitterly thro’ the leafless shaw.Around, from many a village steepleThe sabbath-bells hum over the snow:I give a blessing to parson and peopleAcross the fields as away I go.Over the hills and over the meadowsGay is my way till day be done:Blue as the heaven are all the shadows,And every light is gold in the sun.

Now all the windows with frost are blinded,As punctual day with greedy smileLifts like a Cyclops evil-mindedHis ruddy eyeball over the isle.

Now all the windows with frost are blinded,

As punctual day with greedy smile

Lifts like a Cyclops evil-minded

His ruddy eyeball over the isle.

In an hour ’tis paled, in an hour ascendedA dazzling light in the cloudless grey.Steel is the ice; the snow unblendedIs trod to dust on the white highway.

In an hour ’tis paled, in an hour ascended

A dazzling light in the cloudless grey.

Steel is the ice; the snow unblended

Is trod to dust on the white highway.

The lambkins frisk; the shepherd is meltingDrink for the ewes with a fire of straw:The red flames leap at the wild air peltingBitterly thro’ the leafless shaw.

The lambkins frisk; the shepherd is melting

Drink for the ewes with a fire of straw:

The red flames leap at the wild air pelting

Bitterly thro’ the leafless shaw.

Around, from many a village steepleThe sabbath-bells hum over the snow:I give a blessing to parson and peopleAcross the fields as away I go.

Around, from many a village steeple

The sabbath-bells hum over the snow:

I give a blessing to parson and people

Across the fields as away I go.

Over the hills and over the meadowsGay is my way till day be done:Blue as the heaven are all the shadows,And every light is gold in the sun.

Over the hills and over the meadows

Gay is my way till day be done:

Blue as the heaven are all the shadows,

And every light is gold in the sun.


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