OH, must we not sing our Christmas hymn, And will you not hear our song? With joyous voices, but with weary limb, We have roamed the whole day long! We have thought of the merry Christmas time For many a week before, And have gleefully learned our Christmas rhyme To carol at your doo; There are no merry larks to wake you now, No blackbirds in woody dell; The nightingale loves not the leafless bough, The humming bee sleeps in his cell. Oh, winter is gloomy and dark enough, And must it be silent too? Are the chorus of winds and the storm-song rough The only sweet music for you? But we are the birds of the winter day, When all else is dark and still; Then, lady, send us not all away, And with sorrow our eager hearts fill. Oh, do not thus wave your beautiful hand, And bid us unheard to go; For the carolling time of our little band Comes but once a year, you know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN THE POWER OF MUSIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PHANTOM OF LIFE by VIOLET MCKAY BALL CONTENTED MIND by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON ON CITY STREETS by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: MACROMICROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FIRST MATERNITY by KATHARINE BROWN BURT FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION |