Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay-- The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes. I love Thee, Lord Jesus! look down from the sky, And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE MARIANNE MOORE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |