WITH A GIFT OF THE VIRGIN OF LUINI WHAT shall I give thee, dear, to-day, Upon this sacred Christmas morn, That tells us of the gift of love God gave when Christ was born, And hope became a seraph winged With timeless dreams, and love elate Saw with young eyes another world Where love's lost angels wait? Ah, small were any richest gift Without such love as thro' the years Was sweeter for the hour of joy And nobler for the day of tears. Take, then, with love this gentle face That had a more than human share Of joy and grief, and haply, too, Through the long years of sorrow bore In that gray village of the hills, The sense of some diviner loss Than death deals out, and evermore The anguish of the lifted cross. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE CITY TREES by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: GARETH AND LYNETTE by ALFRED TENNYSON |