Friday, May 13, 2011

Remembered carols

Whenever I see
a forest, by a fence,
I hear King Wenceslas
humming in my ears,
something about
St. Agnes' Fountain,
and I smile at the memory:
all those rosy cheeks,
wool coats and scarves,
gloved fingers grasping
tattered songbooks,
O-shaped mouths,
and oh, the music pouring out!

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