Winds through the olive trees Softly did blow Round little Bethlehem Long, long ago. Sheep on the hillside lay Whiter than snow; Shepherds were watching them, Long, long ago. Then from the happy sky, Angels bent low, Singing their songs of joy, Long, long ago. For in a manger bed, Cradled we know, Christ came to Bethlehem Long, long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON A PRAYER FOR MY DAUGHTER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAD AND CHEERFUL SONGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |