Frost in the air and music in the air,
And the singing is sweet in the street.
She wakes from a dream to a dream-O hark!
The singing so faint in the dark.
The musicians come and stand at the door,
A fiddler and singers three,
And one with a bright lamp thrusts at the dark,
And the music comes sudden-O hark!
She hears the singing as sweet as a dream
And the fiddle that climbs to the sky,
With head 'neath the curtain she stares out-O hark!
The music so strange in the dark.
She listens and looks and sees but the sky,
While the fiddle is sweet in the porch,
And she sings back into the singing dark
Hark, herald angels, hark!
The Waits
John Freeman
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