WHAT is there in this child To drive Heaven's choirs wild, Poor shepherds crazy? Them to themselves he brings; In full chime each heart rings; Forgotten, foreknown things, Though speechless, says he. Hope fills this little flagon; Charm to enthrall a dragon Brims from his eyes. Though busy men and idle But smile and past him sidle, Further than king can ride he'll Follow who flies. Has our world no more thrones Vacated by fleshed bones? But three kings kneeling? Level with lives forlorn, This day spring, like a morn Crowned before it was born, Westward comes stealing. Through black clouds' rugged pother, White-hot, keen sword-blades hover In wrath..? In fear, How hard hearts fight, ere they see Between huge tempests, may be, Like star shine out this baby, Safe, tranquil, clear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |