Here you will find the Poem The winter eve is clear and chill of poet Christopher John Brennan
The winter eve is clear and chill: the world of air is folded still; the quiet hour expects the moon; and yon my home awaits me soon behind the panes that come and go with dusk and firelight wavering low: and I must bid the prompting cease that bids me, in this charmed peace, ? as tho' the hour would last my will ? follow the roads and follow still the dream that holds my heart in trance and lures it to the fabled chance to find, beyond these evening ways, the morning and the woodland days and meadows clear with gold, and you as once, ere I might dare to woo.
