The poem
In this meadow starred with spring Shepherds kneel before their king. Mary throned, with dreaming eyes, Gowned in blue like rain-washed skies, Lifts her tiny son that he May behold their courtesy. And green-smocked children, awed and good, Bring him blossoms from the wood.
Clear the sunlit steeples chime Mary's coronation-time. Loud the happy children quire To the golden-windowed morn; While the lord of their desire Sleeps below the crimson thorn.