The world, unfathomably fair,
Is duller than a witling’s jest.
Love wakes men, once a life-time each;
They lift their heavy heads and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach
They read with joy, then shut the book.
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme,
And most forget: but, either way,
That, and the Child’s unheeded dream,
Is all the light of all their day.