Poems (Proctor)/The Queen of the Year
THE QUEEN OF THE YEAR.
When suns are low, and nights are long, And winds bring wild alarms,Through the darkness comes the queen of the year In all her peerless charms,—December, fair and holly-crowned, With the Christ-child in her arms.
The maiden months are a stately train— Veiled in the spotless snow,Or decked with the bloom of Paradise What time the roses blow,Or wreathed with the vine and the yellow wheat When the noons of harvest glow.
But O the joy of the rolling year, The queen with peerless charms,Is she who comes through the waning light To keep the world from harms,—December, fair and holly-crowned, With the Christ-child in her arms.