God rest you merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay; The Herald Angels cannot sing, The cops arrest them on the wing, And warn them of the docketing Of anything they say. God rest you merry gentlemen, May nothing you dismay: On your reposeful cities lie Deep silence, broken only by The motor horn's melodious cry, The hooter's happy bray. So, when the song of children ceased And Herod was obeyed, In his high hall Corinthian With purple and with peacock fan, Rested that merry gentleman; And nothing him dismayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE POWER OF MUSIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH AVIENUS: TO HIS FRIENDS by RUFUS FESTUS AVIENUS TO SLEEP, WHEN SICK OF A FEVER by PHILIP AYRES THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 2. RIVER SONG by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |