A Carol lost her Trebled D
And donn'd her Tam
(Men could not see
Beneath).
Her Scotian eyes--
Lochs flowing out
To C then back
Allegros' shout
O're pale'd lav'der
Heath.
Her blankets soft,
Ancestral Plaid--
She tucked her Joy
Spun blue, spun red--
Her Nonna's caped
Relief.
Her lost Handellic phrase arose
From Grimmest depths--
Black For'st repos'ed
Within browned branches
'Twixed dried boughs of
Auld acquainted wreathe.
At dawn 'top Hamburg's
Northern wave
This Carol did sail
Twelve twined logs brave
Thru Angled Channel,
'Round Tangier,
Palermo, Crete,
She gathered years;
Song wept in torn
'Belief'.
At last in Kedron
Rivers' flow
Her guided raft
By heavenly row--
Through desert stars
Oasis glow--
She docked and
Walked where olives
Grow.
And here her Trebled D
Dozed soft
Beneath a Seasoned
Peace aloft.
On Sa'lems' Mount
Her soul well-met,
Her Trebled D
With no regret
Did suddenly awake with Psalms
And Songs of Dance
And Gilead Balms;
Embraced her searching Carol she,
With olives, figs and cardemon tea,
Revived this worn and ragged Song:
Her Carol she had left so long.
Then Carol, she did
Praise the Mists
And diamond dews
From spinners' wrists
Whose woven lace made
By The One
Whose brave logs true
('Belief' well-done!)
Did sojourn forth in
Search of D
Who brewed an ancient hallowed tea;
Now fed with figs and olive's best
Our Carol sings
Eternally.
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