Christmas Eve by Robert Browning; -- A classic work of poetry by one of the masters that has stood the test of time and still remains popular today.**** Out of the little chapel I burst Into the fresh night-air again.Five minutes full, I waited first In the doorway, to escape the rainThat drove in gusts down the common's centre At the edge of which the chapel stands,Before I plucked up heart to enter.

Heaven knows how many sorts of handsReached past me, groping for the latchOf the inner door that hung on catch