Hodie

Last week I had the opportunity to conduct Vaughan Williams' Hodie for the fifth time. For me, Hodie is the classy version of a lawn full of every illuminated seasonal character, stopping short of Santa and Frosty. The potpourri of English poetry, along with the wide variety of musical styles evoked, make it such a perfect December choral concert.

 

The one poem from Hodie that I must read every December, whether conducting the work or not, is Thomas Hardy's poem, The Oxen. I offer it today as a reflection for all of us this month:

 

The Oxen (Thomas Hardy)

(at the 06:56 mark on the above YouTube link)

 

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen.
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few believe
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve
“Come; see the oxen kneel

“In the lonely barton by yonder comb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.