To the cradle-bough of a naked tree, Benumbed with ice and snow, A Christmas dream brought suddenly A birth of mistletoe. The shepherd stars from their fleecy cloud Strode out on the night to see; The Herod north-wind blustered loud To rend it from the tree. But the old year took it for a sign, And blessed it in his heart: "With prophecy of peace divine, Let now my soul depart." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD THE LOST ATLANTIS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |