This poem is impossible to date as the manuscript no longer exists. It could have been written at any Christmas between 1841 and 1845; though the similarity of the 'rhyme scheme' with her other poem ''Tis Strange To Think' might suggest 1843 as the 'slightly preferable date'. The only version we have - the one presented below - is that which appeared in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell.
(See also: Chitham, 'The Poems of Anne Brontë', p.96 & p.178)
|Music I love - but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine -
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne.
Though Darkness still her empire keep,
To greet with joy the glorious morn,
While listening to that sacred strain,
With them, I celebrate His birth -
A sinless God, for sinful men,
Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,
|''Tis Strange To Think'||'Music on Christmas Morning'||'Fragment'|
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