MOST holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them That chaunt the dead day's requiem Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, Soft lullaby. Let them that guard the horned moon By my bedside their memories croon. So shall I have new dreams and blest In my brief rest. Fold your great wings about my face, Hide dawning from my resting-place, And cheat me with your false delight, Most Holy Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYMES OF THE DAY by GEORGE SANTAYANA I AM BORNE ONWARD by SARA TEASDALE THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |