A mother dreamed by a manger bed As her fingers tousled a downy head And her eyes gazed out through the stable door To where a star slipped lower . . . lower. . . . Till it hung like a lamp above the door. Her eyes grew wide at the light it shed On the fair young face in the manager bed, And her dreams leapt out beyond the door, But the star came on, slipped lower . . . lower. . . . Till it stood like a cross before the door. And the mother-heart stood still with dread As she visioned the pathway His feet must tread, The pathway that led from that stable door, But the star came on, slipped lower . . . lower . . . Till it burned like a crown at the stable door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK EAGLE RETURNS TO ST. JOE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME by APHRA BEHN EPITAPH ON THE MONUMENT OF SIR WILLIAM DYER by KATHERINE DYER A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |