When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,
And etched on vacant places
Are half-forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
Christmas Fancies, Poems of Power
Before the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
Emily Dickinson
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