Classic Poem

Darkness turned on her pillow white;
A star serenely shone;
Deeply, deeply into the night
Cut the sword of dawn.

Over the snow the pale east threw,
Abroach where daylight broke,
Crimson stains on the abbey panes
Above the hamlet smoke.

All night the sad world dreamed;
The sad world wakes all day,
And casts on the snow a ruddy glow
From its heart that bleeds for aye.