Let us, this December night, leave the ring

Of heat, the lapping flames around the fire's heart,

Move with bodies tensed against the light

Towards the moon's pull and the cloud's hand.

Arms of angels hold us, lend our bodies

Height of stars and the planets' whirl,

Grant us sufficiency of light so we may enter

The twisting lanes to lost villages.

So we may stare in the mirror of silent pools

By long-deserted greens, deepen our sight

Of what lies beyond the things that seem

And make our vision clear as winterlight.