The Cambridge Christmas Choir Trinity
The beauties vary. One young man whose throat
Appears to have no voice box sings high
Inside the chapel. Melodies devote
Themselves from him like angels in the sky
Above sopranos and the trebles. He
Turns into miracles the beauty of
The ordinary, one divinity
Proceeding from his throat like Jesus’ love
Sent out through Adam’s apple there withheld.
A boy beside him in the choir has one
Stray curl that dangles on his forehead. Meld
Their song with hair for perfect beauty spun.
..The faultless black-struck comets on the brow
….Of treble flawlessness make heaven bow.