Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRISTMAS EVE, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: The north wind rustles in the roads Last Line: His blessing gave to struggling men. Subject(s): Christmas; Gifts & Giving; Jesus Christ - Childhood & Youth; Santa Claus; Nativity, The; Nicholas, Saint | ||||||||
THE north wind rustles in the roads Where snow is spreading blankets light, And on the window-panes of shops The frost weaves portières of white. The sad old stars peep out to watch Their precious child, the Christmas Eve, Who comes in sable chariot To give the world a short reprieve. Through darkened street the toiler plods, He whistles soft a roundelay, With mind intent upon the thought, To-morrow is a holiday. At midnight when the lights are out, The world, all breathless, seems to pause To welcome with a little bow The kingly form of Santa Claus. Then through the watches of the night There falls the voice of Him, again, Who, long ago, in Palestine, His blessing gave to struggling men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT NICHOLAS by MARIANNE MOORE PANCAKES WITH SANTA by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS by CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS CHRISTMAS MORNING by BURGES JOHNSON THE EAVESDROPPER by BURGES JOHNSON A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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