poet William Wilfred Campbell

William Wilfred Campbell

William Wilfred Campbell Quotes

    On Christmas Eve

    In byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves,
    Where stealeth in with phosphorescent tread
    The glimmering moon, and, ’neath his wattled eaves,
    The kennelled hound unto the darkness grieves
    His chilly straw, and from his gloom-lit shed,
    The wakeful cock proclaims the midnight dread.

    With mullioned windows, ’mid its skeleton trees,
    Beneath the moon the ancient manor stands,