MOST holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day's requiem Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, Soft lullaby. Let them that guard the horned moon By my bedside their memories croon. So shall I have new dreams and blest In my brief rest. Fold your great wings about my face, Hide dawning from my resting-place, And cheat me with your false delight, Most Holy Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE EPILOGUE TO THE SATIRES: DIALOGUE 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT |