Advent by Donald Hall : Poetry Magazine

Advent by Donald Hall : Poetry Magazine.

Advent

BY DONALD HALL

When I see the cradle rocking

What is it that I see?

I see a rood on the hilltop

        Of Calvary.

When I hear the cattle lowing

What is it that they say?

They say that shadows feasted

        At Tenebrae.

When I know that the grave is empty,

Absence eviscerates me,

And I dwell in a cavernous, constant

        Horror vacui.