Ballade of Christmas Ghosts. Be welcome, all, to come or go, The ghosts we all can raise at will. Friend, sursum corda, soon or slow 201 We part, like guests who've joyed their fill; Forget them not, nor mourn them so, The ghosts we all can raise at will! Andrew Lang. THE VILLAGE CHRISTMAS. Meantime the village rouses up the fire: Or, frequent in the sounding hall, they wake Easily pleased; the long, loud laugh, sincere ; The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid, On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep; notes Of native music, the respondent dance, James Thomson. Winter. 203 WINTER. A wrinkled, crabbéd man they picture thee, Old winter! seated in thy great armed-chair, Watching the children at their Christmas mirth; Or circled by them as thy lips declare Robert Southey. DECEMBER. And after him came next the chill December: The same wherewith Dan Jove in tender years, peeres. Edmund Spenser. Christmas Weather in Scotland. 205 CHRISTMAS WEATHER IN SCOTLAND. A winter day! the feather-silent snow No sun, yet all around that inward light Of sweet leaves playing with the subtle air Out in the snowy dimness, half revealed Like ghosts in glimpsing moonshine, wildly run |