‘The Falcon Carol’ by James Harpur

Not long now: Alex and Evie Doolan from Killarney, inside the newly restored Killarney House and Gardens, which were formally opened to the public this year, in Killarney National Park. Photograph: Valerie O’Sullivan

Not long now: Alex and Evie Doolan from Killarney, inside the newly restored Killarney House and Gardens, which were formally opened to the public this year, in Killarney National Park. Photograph: Valerie O’Sullivan

 

The falcon flew from dark to dark

Drew silver from the Northern Star

And headed for the crinkled hills,

The rivers, lakes and waterfalls

To find the source of light on earth

The source of light on earth.

And as three weary pilgrim kings

Looked up and saw his glittering wings

The falcon saw a darkened town

A stable glowing like a crown

And knew that he had found the truth

That he had found the truth.

The falcon hovered like a star

His wings spun out a spirit fire

That drew the kings inside the shed:

The child asleep in his straw bed

Was dreaming of a silver bird

Was dreaming of a bird.

His task now done, the falcon rose

A spark ablaze with joyful news;

He lit the stars, he lit the moon

Then vanished in the arc of sun

That dawned beyond the Southern Cross

Beyond the Southern Cross.