Perissa, Santorini through the church bells of Ag Irini
Originally uploaded by GanMed64
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, or mead and moor,
Swell out and fail as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound.
Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate and now decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill to all mankind.
Voices in the Mist, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809-1892
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15 comments:
What a nice framed picture !
I really like that poem!
That is a beautiful poem! And the photo is lovely as well. I'd love to visit Santorini someday.
A wonderful poet....thank you for sharing his poem. :)
lovely post...lovely poem...how wonderful that your are a published author....and thank you for stopping by my blog to see Rose's Santa's...I hope you enjoyed seeing her beautiful home...Have a blessed Christmas..Sue in Atlanta
lovely.
Bells and poem, both beautiful.
Such a beautiful poem, dear Terra! Thank you so much for sharing with us. Have a blessed weekend!
What a wonderful, inspiring image!!!
What a lovely post, Terra. Great minds do think alike! :)
Beautiful. Thanks for spreading His word!
Hugs,
Patti
Beautiful poem. :)
My pleasure! Thanks so much for the shout-out. You have two of my favorites, Santorini and Lord Tennyson, in one post. Take good care!
Thanks for leaving me a comment Terra! I hope you send a special
hello to your Daddy in Heaven! It is harder this time of year when we have lost our loved ones! The poem is beautiful too!!! Hugs from me! Linda
Beautiful poem! Thank you for sharing that. laurie
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