Bird Of Dawning
by William Shakespeare
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome;
Then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is that time.