One side of the potato-pits was white with frost - How wonderful that was! how wonderful! And when we put our ears to the pailing-post The music that came out was magical. The light between the ricks of hay and straw Was a hole in Heaven's gable. An apple tree With its December-glinting fruit we saw - And you, Eve, were the world that tempted me. To eat the knowledge that grew in clay And death the germ within it! Now and then We can remember something of the gay Garden that was childhood's. Again The tracks of cattle to a drinking-place A green stone lying sideways in a ditch Or any common sight, the transfigured face Of beauty that the world did not touch. (24 December 1943)
§This poem was revised as ‘A Christmas Childhood’
and is in Collected Poems.