A lovely rose is sprung, Out of a tender root, As men of old have sung, From Jesse's stem a shoot. And so a flower bright Has bloomed in coldest winter E'en in the deepest night. The little rose I mean Whereof Isaiah told, Pure Mary, maid serene Brought forth alone--behold: Through God's eternal might A little child she bore us E'en in the deepest night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE |