I ask no merrier Christmas Than the hungry bereft and cold shall know That night. This is all I can give so that none shall want -- My heart and soul to share their depth of woe. I will not bribe their misery not to haunt My merrymaking by proffer of boon That should only mock the grief that is rightly theirs. Here I shall sit, the fire out, and croon All the dismal and joy-forsaken airs, Sole alone, and thirsty with them that thirst, Hungry with them that hunger and are accurst. No storm that night can be too untamed for me; If it is woe on earth, woe let it be! Am I a child that I should refuse to see? What could I plead asking them to be glad That night? My right? Nay it is theirs that I with them should be sad That night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM LEAVES OF A MAGAZINE by MARIANNE MOORE |