Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
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The wise-men came from out the east, And they were wrapped in white; The star that led them all the way Did glorify the night. The angels came from heaven high, And they were clad with wings; And lo, they brought a joyful song The host of heaven sings. The kings they knocked upon the door, The wise-men entered in, The shepherds followed after them To hear the song begin. And Mary held the little child And sat upon the ground; She looked up, she looked down, She looked all around. The angels sang thro' all the night Until the rising sun, But little Jesus fell asleep Before the song was done. The Faery Forest |
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