Christmas Eve (Carlotta Ferrari)
- Editor: Carlotta Ferrari (submitted 2020-12-03). Score information: A4, 2 pages Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 2020
Original text and translations
Straight thro’ a fold of purple mist
The sun goes down — a crimson wheel —
And like an opal burns the sea
That once was cold as steel.
With pomp of purple, gold and red,
Thou wilt come back at morrow’s dawn…
But thou can’st never bring, O Sun,
The Christmas that is gone!