A Leaf From the Tree of Songs, Adam Christianson
When harpers once
in wooden hall
A shining chord would strike
Their songs like arrows pierced the soul
Of great and low alike
Aglow by hearth and candleflame
From burning branch ot ember
The mist of all their music sang
As if to ask in wonder
Is there a moment quite as keen
Or memory as bright
As light and fire and music (sweet)
To warm the winter’s night?
— Adam Christianson
Communal Acts of Beauty 
Do you know anything about the poet, Adam Christianson?
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Hi Susan — I know very little about Adam Christianson. I was introduced to this poem by a friend. Thank you — Steve
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