Skies where the cloud-drifts writhe and rend, Storm spent sca at the night's dim bar—Suddenly, down at the garden's end Over the poplars rises a Star!
Over the sea with its call of pain, Over the bare, lack garden-fence—But L hear the bells of a camel-train, And the air is.heavy with fran-
Here I walk in a voiceless night Where no light comes—byt I feel When winds were wild and the hills were white And a white star led to a babe's soft feet.
They foring, Peace in the stable then—And here, with the wind, and the sea's far noise, 7 Ah, God! for the gladness of Three Wise Men, And.the wondering joy of some shepherd-boys
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