Christmas in the Olden Time

by Sir Walter Scott

Heap on more wood! — the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
And well our Christian sires of old,
Loved when the year its course had rolled,
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all his hospitable train.

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All are not taken; there are left behind
Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind:

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‘IS there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champ’d the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:

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Passing amid the deepest shade
Of the wood's dark, sombre heart,
Last night I saw a wounded deer
Laid lonely and apart.

(A well-known animal in both the city and the bush, the brush-tailed possum makes its presence felt, wherever it lives!)

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The beauty of this creature
Is his one redeeming feature,
For he's not my favourite animal today.
He is really very pretty,
So I feel it's quite a pity
He behaves in such an antisocial way. 

When did you start your tricks, Monsieur? 
What do you stand on such high legs for?
Why this length of shredded shank,
You exaltation?