Let my heart the cradle be Of Thy bleak Nativity! Tossed by wintry tempests wild, If it rock Thee, Holy Child, Then, as grows the outer din, Greater peace shall reign within. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A VIGNETTE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |