Advent

 

Earth grown old,

yet still so green,

Deep beneath her crust of cold

Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
Earth grown old.

 

We who live are quickly told:

Millions more lie hid between

Inner swathings of her fold.

 

When will fire break up her screen?

When will life burst thro' her mould?

Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen,

Earth grown old.

 

- Christina Rossetti

Advent for mezzo-soprano & piano

$5.00Price

    © 2020 by Amy Scurria.

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