Silent, silent night, <br />Quench the holy light <br />Of thy torches bright; <br /> <br />For possessed of Day <br />Thousand spirits stray <br />That sweet joys betray. <br /> <br />Why should joys be sweet <br />Used with deceit, <br />Nor with sorrows meet? <br /> <br />But an honest joy <br />Does itself destroy <br />For a harlot coy.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-silent-night/
