As I came homewardAt merry Christmas,By the old church tower,Through the churchyard grass,And saw there, circledWith graves all about,The yew-tree paternal,The yew-tree devout,Then this hot life-bloodWas hard to endure,O Death! so I loved thee,The sole love sure.For stars slip in heaven,They wander, they break:But under the yew-treeNot one heartache.And ours, what failureRenewed and avowed!But ah, the long-buriedIs leal, and is proud.Now I came homewardAt merry Christmas,By the wise gray tower,Through the green kind grass.
As I came homewardAt merry Christmas,By the old church tower,Through the churchyard grass,And saw there, circledWith graves all about,The yew-tree paternal,The yew-tree devout,Then this hot life-bloodWas hard to endure,O Death! so I loved thee,The sole love sure.For stars slip in heaven,They wander, they break:But under the yew-treeNot one heartache.And ours, what failureRenewed and avowed!But ah, the long-buriedIs leal, and is proud.Now I came homewardAt merry Christmas,By the wise gray tower,Through the green kind grass.
As I came homewardAt merry Christmas,By the old church tower,Through the churchyard grass,
As I came homeward
At merry Christmas,
By the old church tower,
Through the churchyard grass,
And saw there, circledWith graves all about,The yew-tree paternal,The yew-tree devout,
And saw there, circled
With graves all about,
The yew-tree paternal,
The yew-tree devout,
Then this hot life-bloodWas hard to endure,O Death! so I loved thee,The sole love sure.
Then this hot life-blood
Was hard to endure,
O Death! so I loved thee,
The sole love sure.
For stars slip in heaven,They wander, they break:But under the yew-treeNot one heartache.
For stars slip in heaven,
They wander, they break:
But under the yew-tree
Not one heartache.
And ours, what failureRenewed and avowed!But ah, the long-buriedIs leal, and is proud.
And ours, what failure
Renewed and avowed!
But ah, the long-buried
Is leal, and is proud.
Now I came homewardAt merry Christmas,By the wise gray tower,Through the green kind grass.
Now I came homeward
At merry Christmas,
By the wise gray tower,
Through the green kind grass.