Nyårsnatt med fullmåne

Nyårsnatt med minusgrader och fullmåne

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkeness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be

Lord Alfred Tennyson 1809-1892
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"Till väsen och form är väl för övrigt hans poesi en fortblomstring (sic!) av Georgsskedets stora lyrikers (William Wordsworth, Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats), kanske inte mer genialisk, men med stegring av färg- och klangrikedom och konstnärlig detaljutmejsling samt ett för honom egendomligt ljusdunkel, en ljuvlig skönhetsdager, som gjuter sig över hans brett böljande vers."