Friday Poetry: Sara Teasdale

Happy Friday!

Christmas is fast approaching, so here is another Christmas poem and this one is by Sara Teasdale.

This poem is by Sara Teasdale, Teasdale was an American lyric poet born in 1884. Sadly she committed suicide in 1933.

Christmas Carol

The kings they came from out the south, 
   All dressed in ermine fine; 
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, 
   And gifts of precious wine.

The shepherds came from out the north, 
   Their coats were brown and old; 
They brought Him little new-born lambs— 
   They had not any gold.

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.

The angels sang through all the night 
   Until the rising sun, 
But little Jesus fell asleep 
   Before the song was done.

Sara Teasdale

Happy Reading!