They sang it as the Shepherds sang, a little low sweet song,—
The white stars caught and whispered it the whole wide sky along;
And then the camels went their way, I watched them down the street,
The snow lay white and soft and still beneath their silent feet.
There was singing in the tree-tops, there was singing in the sky,
The moon was singing to the clouds above the world so high,
And all the stars were singing too and when I looked below,
I saw a little, tiny Child was waiting in the snow.
And first I watched him wait there—watched and only waved my hand,
For though the song was in my heart I did not understand,