A Leaf From
The Tree of Songs
When
harpers once in wooden hall
A shining
chord would strike
Their songs
like arrows pierced the soul
Of great
and low alike
Aglow by
hearth and candleflame
From burning
branch ot ember
The mist of
all their music sang
As if to
ask in wonder
Is there a
moment quite as keen
Or memory
as bright
As light
and fire and music sweet
To warm the
winter's night?
By Adam Christianson
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