The Three Kings Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Three Kings

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Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

The star was so beautiful, large, and clear,
That all the other stars of the sky
Became a white mist in the atmosphere,
And by this they knew that the coming was near
Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden keys;
Their robes were of crimson silk with rows
Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows,
Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees.

And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell,
And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast
And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
With the people they met at some wayside well.

"Of the child that is born," said Baltasar,
"Good people, I pray you, tell us the news;
For we in the East have seen his star,
And have ridden fast, and have ridden far,
To find and worship the King of the Jews."

And the people answered, "You ask in vain;
We know of no king but Herod the Great!"
They thought the Wise Men were men insane,
As they spurred their horses across the plain,
Like riders in haste, and who cannot wait.

And when they came to Jerusalem,
Herod the Great, who had heard this thing,
Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them;
And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem,
And bring me tidings of this new king."

So they rode away; and the star stood still,
The only one in the gray of morn
Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will,
Right over Bethlehem on the hill,
The city of David where Christ was born.

And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard,
Through the silent street, till their horses turned
And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard;
But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred,
And only a light in the stable burned.

And cradled there in the scented hay,
In the air made sweet by the breath of kine,
The little child in the manger lay,
The child, that would be king one day
Of a kingdom not human but divine.

His mother Mary of Nazareth
Sat watching beside his place of rest,
Watching the even flow of his breath,
For the joy of life and the terror of death
Were mingled together in her breast.

They laid their offerings at his feet:
The gold was their tribute to a King,
The frankincense, with its odor sweet,
Was for the Priest, the Paraclete,
The myrrh for the body's burying.

And the mother wondered and bowed her head,
And sat as still as a statue of stone;
Her heart was troubled yet comforted,
Remembering what the Angel had said
Of an endless reign and of David's throne.

Then the Kings rode out of the city gate,
With a clatter of hoofs in proud array;
But they went not back to Herod the Great,
For they knew his malice and feared his hate,
And returned to their homes by another way.

Rajnish Manga 13 December 2014

Great poem and a legend told with complete devotion and elan keeping the beauty of the narrative intact.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 09 December 2014

Super imaginations and wonderful writing the christmas poem and likes it.

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Dr John Celes 06 December 2014

an excellent portrayal with great imagination of the journey of the three magi, wise kings from the east who came to worship the new born baby boy king Jesus.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 09 December 2014

Super imaginations and wonderful writing the christmas poem and likes it.

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Arfa Iman Kalera 23 December 2015

This is an amazing poem, based on a true event, poet has narrated the story with great devotion and in a very wonderful way

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Tom Allport 23 December 2016

a joyous poem of celebration and love

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Gajanan Mishra 23 December 2016

really great write, life journey

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Ravi A 23 December 2016

Here, H W Longfellow in simple and rhythmic verses reveal in a picturesque way the arrival of the three kings from the East soon after Christ was born. He faithfully follows the versions contained in the Bible and presents the whole theme in a manner that could be understood by even children. In a way, these are garden of verses meant not only the general reading public but for our children. In my view, poetry writing should be like this - wrote in simple, rhythmic verses giving the reader no confusion of thought unlike the general modern poetry. I love his poetry very much.

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Kim Barney 23 December 2015

Interesting rhyme pattern in each verse: ABAAB I don't remember seeing that pattern before. Very nice.

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M Asim Nehal 23 December 2015

Nice Poem, great reading....

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