Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
Come, come thou bleak December wind,And blow the dry leaves from the tree!Flash,
like a Love-thought, thro’ me, DeathAnd take a Life that wearies me.
Poetry
Veni Emmanuel
Advent is the hope of redemption, sung in minor key. It is the promise of
resurrection, and the sorrow of that hope not yet fulfilled. In this the
midnight of the liturgical year,
The Thanksgiving
OH King of grief! (a title strange, yet true,
To thee of all kings onely due)
Oh King of wounds! how shall I grieve for thee,
Who in all grief preventest me?
Shall
Dream
I woke up from
a dream, crying
and asking for
water—the last time
it was ice cream
and new papers
father bought
for my birthday
he said, build
aeroplanes and
watch your
