G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.
The place where the great fires are,
That in the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth is a star.
Where the child in the frost is furled,
We follow the feet where all souls meet
At the inn at the end of the world.
For the flame of the sun is flown;
The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,
And a Child comes forth alone.