Hilaire Belloc

Here you will find the Poem Night, The of poet Hilaire Belloc

Night, The

Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close
 Give thou repose.

And let the far lament of them
That chaunt the dead day?s requiem
Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,
 Soft lullaby.

Let them that guard the hornàed Moon
By my bedside their memories croon.
So shall I have new dreams and blest
 In my brief rest.

Fold thy great wings about my face,
Hide day-dawn from my resting-place,
And cheat me with thy false delight,
 Most Holy Night.