I can’t believe we’re here, he thought

It’s marvellous that we’re here

Through all the tears that love has brought

The struggles and the cheer

Now in this Christmas room they’d caught

The essence of things dear

The ceiling hung with elegant chains

The holly over the glass…

On her sweet face beauty remains

He thought, and will not pass.

And love that every thing engrains

Touches them all with class

Though hardly rich in worldly dross

Wealthy in heavenly things

They sat replete: if time’s chaos

Brings hectic change no strings

Could hold our love, he thought, or loss

Restrain a love with wings.