There hath come an host to see Thee, Baby dear, Bearded men with eyes of flame And lips of fear, For the heavens, they say, have broken Into blinding gulfs of glory, And the Lord, they say, hath spoken In a little, wondrous story, Baby dear. There have come three kings to greet Thee, Baby dear, Crowned with gold and clad in purple, They draw near, They have brought rare silks to bind Thee, At Thy feet behold they spread them, From their thrones they sprang to find Thee, And a blazing star hath led them, Baby dear. I have neither jade nor jasper, Baby dear, Thou art all my hope and glory, And my fear, Yet for all the gems that strew Thee, And the kingly gowns that fold Thee, Yea, though all the world should woo Thee, Thou art mine--and fast I hold Thee, Baby dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY THE DARK MAN by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |