Whoso hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest,Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee,Hears a sound like palm-boughs waving in the highest,Hears a sound like ripple of a crystal sea.
Christina Rossetti · Christmas Carols
Joy & wonder
“Whoso hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest,”
- Author
- Christina Rossetti
- Work
- Christmas Carols
- Found in
- Poems
- Year
- 1893
- Length
- 36 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #19188
Public domain. This passage is in the public domain. Christina Rossetti died in 1894, more than 70 years ago, and the work was first published in 1893. You can copy, print, read aloud or sell it without asking permission; a credit is kind but not required. The text is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg edition linked here.
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