INTO the silence of the silent night He passed, whom all men honor; and the sun Arose to shine upon a world undone, And barren lives, bereft of Life's delight. The morning air was chill with sudden blight, And Winter's cruel triumph had begun; But He to some far Summer shore had won, Whose splendor hides him from our dazzled sight. Not England's pride alone, this Lord of Song! We -- heirs to Shakespeare's and to Milton's speech -- Claim heritage from Tennyson's proud years: To us his spacious, splendid lines belong -- We, too, repeat his praises, each to each -- We share his glory, and we share your tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 28 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ALL IN THE FAMILY by BERTON BRALEY |