Hilaire Belloc

(27 July 1870 – 16 July 1953 / La Celle-Saint-Cloud)

The Night - Poem by Hilaire Belloc

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.


Comments about The Night by Hilaire Belloc

  • (7/27/2016 11:57:00 PM)


    Cheat me with thy false delight
    Most holy night.
    Beautiful poem with deep meaning. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Friday, November 11, 2011


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