WITHIN the crib that stands beside my bed A little form in sweet abandon lies And as I bend above with misty eyes I know how Mary's heart was comforted. O world of Mothers! blest are we who know The ecstasy--the deep God-given thrill That Mary felt when all the earth was still In the Judean starlight long ago! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE PASSER-BY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |