Classic Poem

Now at length they look on Him,
Unbeginning Awe, —
Cherubim and Seraphim, —
On the oaten straw.

Dost thou know, who dost not speak,
Woman all benign,
They have come from far to seek
Little Son of thine?

They have stored their gold and myrrh
Ages who shall tell,
Frankincense, since Lucifer
Quenched his name in hell.

Thrones and Dominations, Powers,
Trembling on that doom,
Waited all the timeless hours
On thy nine months' womb.

Michael, Raphael, Gabriel,
In the stable dim,
Come with ox and ass to dwell,
Serving Elohim.