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Beyond each vacant glen and moor
Sweet carols fill the starry eve,
I hear them echo as they leave
My native land, to reach this shore.
In winter time fond memories stray
Past rolling seas to reach my soul,
And seek to make my sad heart whole,
Before each Christmas holiday.
The calm pastoral fields of green
Which wander from the Severn's shore,
Will spread across my mind once more,
Oh, picturesque and lovely scene.
The grey clouds passing somber hills
Moving high, then sinking low,
Just as the Avon lifts to flow,
Just as my heart with longing fills,
To breathe the brisk and chilly air
Of Bredon, only half expressed
By longing beats within my breast,
As England faintly calls me there.
With chiming bells from ancient towers,
And holly trimming icy eves,
Above the leafless darkened trees,
December cheer come fill my hours.
Come light the crackling cedar bough,
And brighten panes revealing frost,
And spark the flame lest I have lost
That Christmas joy, I seek it now.
Oh England, soothe my heart's desire
With sweet traditions of my past,
For now I bring them here at last,
To share around this Christmas fire.
by Karen Davies
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Karen Davies - Karen is a native of southern California, married with three children.
She works together with her British husband in their small Orange County business. Reading and writing poetry is her favorite way to relax in the evenings.
