Merry Christmas to all of you.

 

"Music I love - but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -
As that we hear on Christmas morn,...
Upon the wintry breezes born."

 

To tell you the truth I didn't know this poem

 

 (from Music On Christmas Morning by Anne Bronte)

 

I found it on the Facebook page of Nick Holland

Complete poem on: annebronte/music-on-christmas-morning-by-anne-bronte/

 

“A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.”
― from JANE EYRE by Charlotte Brontë