RUN, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears, We bring the best of news; be not dismayed; A Saviour there is born more old than years, Amidst heaven's rolling height this earth who stayed. In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid A weakling did Him bear, who all upbears; There is He poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres; Run, shepherds, run and solemnise his birth. This is that night—no, day grown great with bliss, In which the power of Satan broken is: In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth! Thus singing, through the air the angels swam, And cope of stars reëchoéd the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES PREFATORY POEM TO MY BROTHER'S SONNETS by ALFRED TENNYSON AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD GREAT BRITTAINES SUNNES-SET by WILLIAM BASSE |