vininirl: When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. And etched on vacant places, Are half forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know... ~Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "Christmas Fancies," Custer and Other Poems, 1896
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.
And etched on vacant places,
Are half forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know...
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "Christmas Fancies," Custer and Other Poems, 1896