I MAY not go to-night to Bethlehem, Nor follow star-directed ways, nor tread The paths wherein the shepherds walked, that led To Christ, and peace, and God's good will to men. I may not hear the Herald Angel's song Peal through the Oriental skies, nor see The wonder of that Heavenly company Announce the King the world had waited long. The manager throne I may not kneel before, Or see how man to God is reconciled, Through pure St. Mary's purer, holier child; The human Christ these eyes may not adore. I may not carry frankincense and myrrh With adoration to the Holy One; Nor gold have I to give the Perfect Son, To be with those wise kings a worshipper. Not mine the joy that Heaven sent to them, For ages since Time swung and locked his gates, But I may kneel without—the star still waits To guide me on to holy Bethlehem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW THE DELICACIES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK EPISTLE TO HER FRIENDS AT GARTMORE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: LIBERTY, EQUALITY ... by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |