BETA

Christmass Eve.

O fiery ſtars, O ſrosty ſkies,1
O frozen field and fen !2
O paſsionate ſea whose melodieſ3
Spring deep in hearts of men !4
Hear me to-night ! o’er lonely hills5
The keen wind comes like wine,—6
One word ye upland paſture fills,—7
She’s mine !8
O liſten, liſten, field and lane,9
And brook beloved of old !10
O chime it, Chriſtmaſs bells, again,11
Acroſs the darkling fold !12
O echoes of ye gabled farm,13
Fling up the ſong above,—14
I hold her cloſe, I claſp her warm,15
My Love !16
A man and a woman embrace in the foreground. They stand on a path that leads back toward a dark house. Leafless trees line the path and surround the house. The top-right and bottom-left corners of the illustration are empty and the poem is separated into these spaces. In a rectangular frame in the bottom-left corner, two cherubs and a pair of hearts shot through with an arrow hold up a draping cloth. The entire illustration is contained within a single-ruled border. 1/2 page.