Most Holy Night, that still dost keep <br />The keys of all the doors of sleep, <br />To me when my tired eyelids close <br /> Give thou repose. <br /> <br />And let the far lament of them <br />That chaunt the dead day’s requiem <br />Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, <br /> Soft lullaby. <br /> <br />Let them that guard the hornàed Moon <br />By my bedside their memories croon. <br />So shall I have new dreams and blest <br /> In my brief rest. <br /> <br />Fold thy great wings about my face, <br />Hide day-dawn from my resting-place, <br />And cheat me with thy false delight, <br /> Most Holy Night.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-84/
