WHEN suns are low, and nights are long, And winds bring wild alarms, Through the darkness comes the queen of the year In all her peerless charms, — December, fair and holly-crowned, With the Christ-child in her arms. The maiden months are a stately train — Veiled in the spotless snow, Or decked with the bloom of Paradise What time the roses blow, Or wreathed with the vine and the yellow wheat When the noons of harvest glow. But O the joy of the rolling year, The queen with peerless charms, Is she who comes through the waning light To keep the world from harms, — December, fair and holly-crowned, With the Christ-child in her arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: TO THE READER (2) by WILLIAM BASSE |