The texts of 'Advent' and 'Epiphany Carol'. Fly vivider in the fiery dark, you quiet meteors, And disappear. The four white roads make off in silence Towards the four parts of the starry universe.
Time falls like manna at the corners of the wintry earth.
We have become more humble than the rocks, More wakeful than the patient hills. In the dry grass of pastures, And lull the solemn night with their weak bells. And Wisdom's born in secret in a straw-roofed stable. Make holy music in the stars, you happy angels. You shepherds, gather on the hill.