| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 156. Tryste Noël |
| | | By Louise Imogen Guiney |
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| THE OX he openeth wide the Doore, | |
| And from the Snowe he calls her inne, | |
| And he hath seen her Smile therefor, | |
| Our Ladye without Sinne. | |
| Now soon from Sleep | 5 |
| A Starre shall leap, | |
| And soone arrive both King and Hinde: | |
| Amen, Amen: | |
| But O, the Place co’d I but finde! | |
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| The Ox hath hush’d his voyce and bent | 10 |
| Trewe eyes of Pitty ore the Mow, | |
| And on his lovelie Neck, forspent, | |
| The Blessed layes her Browe. | |
| Around her feet | |
| Full Warme and Sweete | 15 |
| His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell: | |
| Amen, Amen: | |
| But sore am I with Vaine Travèl! | |
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| The Ox is host in Judah stall | |
| And Host of more than onelie one. | 20 |
| For close she gathereth withal | |
| Our Lorde her littel Sonne. | |
| Glad Hinde and King | |
| Their Gyfte may bring, | |
| But wo’d to-night my Teares were there, | 25 |
| Amen, Amen: | |
| Between her Bosom and His hayre! | |
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