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.