English Poetry. Hilaire Belloc. The Night. Хилар Беллок.

Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок)

The Night

Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close
Give thou repose.

And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead day’s requiem
Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,
Soft lullaby.

Let them that guard the hornаed Moon
By my bedside their memories croon.
So shall I have new dreams and blest
In my brief rest.

Fold thy great wings about my face,
Hide day-dawn from my resting-place,
And cheat me with thy false delight,
Most Holy Night.

Hilaire Belloc’s other poems:

1. On Torture: A Public Singer
2. Ha’nacker Mill
3. Time Cures All
4. Hildebrand
5. Lines For A Christmas Card

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

Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) The Night (“Through that pure virgin shrine”)

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Night (“Oh! give me the night, the dark, dark night”)

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