HARK! the bells ringing! In the deep night, in the depth of the winter of Man, Lo! once more the son is born. O agelong, not in Nazareth alone, Nor now to-day—but through all ages of the past, The bells of Christmas ringing: The Savior-music like a dream from heaven Touching the slumbering heart. Sweet promise which the people with unerring instinct cling to! O winter sun arising never more to set! O Nature slowly changing, slow transforming to the hearts of men, Shrine of the soul, shrine of the new-born god—of Man himself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO JANE: THE INVITATION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN THE UNFORGIVEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |