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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Strangers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim-berried is the mistletoe<br>With globes of sheenless grey,<br>The holly mid ten thousand thorns<br>Smoulders its fires away;<br>And in the manger Jesus sleeps<br>This Christmas Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bull unto bull with hollow throat<br>Makes echo every hill,<br>Cold sheep in pastures thick with snow<br>The air with bleating fill;<br>While of his mother’s heart this Babe<br>Takes His sweet will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All flowers and butterflies lie hid,<br>The blackbird and the thrush<br>Pipe but a little as they flit<br>Restless from bush to bush<br>Even to the robin Gabriel hath<br>Cried softly ‘Hush!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now night’s astir with burning stars<br>In darkness of the snow;<br>Burdened with frankincense and myrrh<br>And gold the Strangers go<br>Into a dusk where one dim lamp<br>Burns softly, lo!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No snowdrop yet its small head nods<br>In winds of winter drear;<br>No lark at casement in the sky<br>Sings matins shrill and clear;<br>Yet in this frozen mirk the Dawn<br>Breathes, Spring is here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+de+la+Mare">Walter de la Mare</a><div class=q>
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With globes of sheenless grey,
The holly mid ten thousand thorns
Smoulders its fires away;
And in the manger Jesus sleeps
This Christmas Day.

Bull unto bull with hollow throat
Makes echo every hill,
Cold sheep in past..."></div>
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