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The Oxen, by Thomas Hardy [1]

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Date: 2022-12-24

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.

“Now they are all on their knees,”

An elder said, as we sat in a flock

By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where they dwelt in their strawy pen,

Nor did it occur to one of us there to doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave in these years, yet I feel

If someone said, on Christmas Eve, “Come, see the oxen kneel

In the lonely barton, by yonder coomb our childhood used to know.”

I should go with him in the gloom, hoping it might be so.

Thomas Hardy

Here is Vaughan Wiliiams’ take on the poem

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