ON Christmas Eve I lay abed, With the still night more still For all the pluming snows that spread Along our sparkling hill; And while again to Jesu' stall Walked wisdom from afar, I heard another shepherd call Under the Christmas star. Along the lane his carol came, But not of Bethlehem; A burning boy, he knew a flame But not the flame of them: 'This Christmas Eve from courting home I am a bachelor, But soon the snows again will come, And I'll be wed before.' All one with kings from Bible-page, And holy shepherds old, Went yeoman love in pilgrimage Across the Christmas wold. 'Good-will,' he sang, 'Good-will, Good-will,' Or seemed to me to sing, While some glad girl beyond the hill Dreamt of a new-born king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ANNE RUTLEDGE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS |