… from the German parapet, a rich baritone
voice begun to sing a song I remembered from
my nurse Minne singing it to me after my eve-
ning tub before bed. She had been maid to my
German grandmother …
… Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht! Tranquil Night!
Holy Night! The grave and tender voice rose out
of the frozen mist, it was all so strange.
… it was like being in another world, to which
one had come through a nightmare; a world fi
ner than the one I had left behind in England …
And back again in the wood it seemed so strange
that we had not been fired upon; wonderful that
the mud had gone; wonderful to walk easily on
the paths; to be dry; to be able to sleep again.
The wonder remained in the low golden light…
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