Little children running
Each in a paradise
Within, as Eden was,
Where invisible shine
London's many-coloured fairy-lights
Of Christmas-trees from far
Forests of night
Sheltering home, father,mother
Puss,the koala-bears,
Tangerines, sugar-mice, a star.
Here and now boundless
Their merriment.
The dark hells walk past them unseen.
Kathleen Raine
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