English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. Cradle Song. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

Cradle Song

For One Born at Christmas

Happy thou, a winter comer,
  Happier with the snows around thee
Than if rosy-fingered summer
  In thy cradle-nest had crowned thee.

Tender is the night, and holy:
  Little clouds, like cherub faces,
Up the moon path, drifting slowly,
  Vanish in the heavenly spaces.

Clothed in splendor, past our earth night,
  Sphere on sphere is chanting _Nowel_:
Child, thy birthnight keeps a Birthnight
  Dearest in all Time's bestowal!

He who slept within a manger
  Guards the pillow thou art pressing--
Sent thee hither, little stranger,
  Blest--to be our Christmas Blessing!

Edith Matilda Thomas’s other poems:

1. How the Christmas Tree Was Brought to Nome
2. Her Christmas Present
3. The Procession of the Kings
4. The Witch’s Child
5. The Christmas Sheaf

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Josiah Holland (Джозайя Холланд) Cradle Song (“Very wonderful things, no doubt”)

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