Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, Who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new-born? One small fish from the river, with scales of red, red gold, One wild bee from the heather, one grey lamb from the fold, One ox from the high pasture, one black bull from the herd, One goatling from the far hills, one white, white bird. And many children -- God give them grace, Bringing tall candles to light Mary's face. Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas Morn, Who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new-born? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA |