Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CHRISTMAS BABE, by KATHARINE TYNAN


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THE CHRISTMAS BABE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: All in the night when sleeping
Last Line: And he comes by no more.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Babies; Children; Christmas; Infants; Childhood; Nativity, The


ALL in the night when sleeping
I lay in slumber's chain,
The Christmas Babe came weeping
Outside my window-pane.
The Christmas Child whom faithless
Men turn from their hearthstone —
My dream was dumb and breathless,
The Christmas Babe made moan.

The small hands beat impatient
Upon my close-locked door,
The small hands that have fashioned
The world, the stars, and more.
He heard no sound of coming,
His cries broke wild and keen,
The Christmas Babe went roaming
For one to take Him in.

A burning bush of splendor
Enfolds the Christmas Child,
Like some meek bird and tender,
In gold thorns undefiled.
I listen long to hear Him
Come crying at my door.
Voices of night I fear them,
And He comes by no more.





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