The Seaside and the Fireside/A Christmas Carol

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For works with similar titles, see A Christmas Carol.

 

A Christmas Carol.

 

From the Noei Bourguinon de Gui Barôzai.

 

  I hear along our street
  Pass the minstrel throngs;
  Hark! they play so sweet,
On their hautboys, Christmas songs!
  Let us by the fire
  Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire!

  In December ring
  Every day the chimes;
  Loud the gleemen sing
In the streets their merry rhymes.
   Let us by the fire
   Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire.

  Shepherds at the grange,
  Where the Babe was born,
  Sang, with many a change,
Christmas carols until morn.
   Let us by the fire
   Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire!

  These good people sang
  Songs devout and sweet;
  While the rafters rang,
There they stood with freezing feet.
   Let us by the fire
   Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire.

  Nuns in frigid cells
  At this holy tide,
  For want of something else,
Christmas songs at times have tried.
   Let us by the fire
   Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire!

  Washerwomen old,
  To the sound they beat,
  Sing by rivers cold,
With uncovered heads and feet.
   Let us by the fire
   Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire.

  Who by the fireside stands
  Stamps his feet and sings;
  But he who blows his hands
Not so gay a carol brings.
   Let us by the fire
   Ever higher
Sing them till the night expire!