Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

A Manger Song

Whence got ye your soft, soft eyes of the mother, O soft-eyed cow?
We saw the Mother of mothers bring forth, and that was how. 
We sheltered her that was shelterless for a little while,
We watched the milking Babe at her breast, and we saw her smile.
Even as we she lay upon straw, and even as we
Took her sleep in the dark of the manger unfretfully,
And when the dawn of the strange new Star discovered her thus,
The ray that was destined for her and for Him fell also on us;
The light passed into her eyes and ours, and full in its flood
We were first to behold the first mothering look of the Mother of God.

1. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
2. Sonnets. 10. What is this anguish then that always stands
3. Apollo in Pherae
4. Sonnets. 16. O lovely life, how you have worn me out
5. The Reflection

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