Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHRISTMAS BABE, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: All in the night when sleeping Last Line: And he comes by no more. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Babies; Children; Christmas; Infants; Childhood; Nativity, The | ||||||||
ALL in the night when sleeping I lay in slumber's chain, The Christmas Babe came weeping Outside my window-pane. The Christmas Child whom faithless Men turn from their hearthstone My dream was dumb and breathless, The Christmas Babe made moan. The small hands beat impatient Upon my close-locked door, The small hands that have fashioned The world, the stars, and more. He heard no sound of coming, His cries broke wild and keen, The Christmas Babe went roaming For one to take Him in. A burning bush of splendor Enfolds the Christmas Child, Like some meek bird and tender, In gold thorns undefiled. I listen long to hear Him Come crying at my door. Voices of night I fear them, And He comes by no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIFFERENT VIEWS; A CHRISMAS DUET by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY AN UNMERRY CHRISTMAS by AMBROSE BIERCE CHRISTMAS IN CHINATOWN by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER CHRISTMAS TREE by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ISAIAH'S COAL by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL |
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