NAKED boy, brown boy, In the snow deep, Piping, carolling Folks out of sleep; Little shoes, thin shoes, All so wet and worn— But I bring the merry news —Christ is born! Rise, pretty mistress! Don a gay silk; Give me for my good news Bread and new milk. Joy, joy in Jewry, This very morn! Far and far I carry it —Christ is born! Back, back in Bethl'em, By the moon still, There I saw a shepherd Sitting on a hill: 'Boy,' said he, 'bonny boy, Take you this horn, Wend you now and wind it, —Christ is born!' And whenever people Hear the merry blast, Bells in every steeple, Flags on every mast, Holy boughs and holly Adore and adorn, Far and far and jubilant —Christ is born! Therefore I would have you People comprehend Christ is born in Bethl'em For to be your friend: For to bear the agony, For to wear the thorn, For to die on Calvary, —Christ is born! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONAUTICA): THE SAILING OF THE ARGO by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE TRUIMPH OF ART by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |