Noel! Noel? I hear the bells in the night . . . And I to these faithless sheets have put my pen: O memories, sing! All my pride flees me, And by my vast bitterness I am overcome. Ah! these voices in the night singing Noel! Noel! Bringing me from the nave which, out there, is lighted A motherly reproach so tender, so sweet That my heart, too full, breaks in my breast . . . And I listen long to the bells in the night . . . I am the pariah of the human family, To whom in his squalid hole the wind Brings poignant rumor of a far festivity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |