The incense hangs on gilded Christmas shrines,
Warm tapers bathe the walls in amber glow,
In mumbled prayer, bead-counted prayer low,
Devouts, deep-veiled, all drowse upon their lines,
Yultide Sonnets by Luis Dato
The incense hangs on gilded Christmas shrines,
Warm tapers bathe the walls in amber glow,
In mumbled prayer, bead-counted prayer low,
Devouts, deep-veiled, all drowse upon their lines,
