Wild Knight and Other Poems — A Christmas Carol

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light.

(O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.

) The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast, His hair was like a star.

(O stern and cunning are the kings, But here the true hearts are.

) The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart, His hair was like a fire.

(O weary, weary is the world, But here the world's desire.

) The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee, His hair was like a crown, And all the flowers looked up at him.

And all the stars looked down.