The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
The shepherds came from out the north,
Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs -
They had not any gold.
The wise men came from out the east,
And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
Did glorify the night.
The angels came from heaven high,
And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
The host of heaven sings.
The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
To hear the song begin.
The angels sang through all the night
Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
Before the song was done.
This Nativity poem from Sara Teasdale emphasizes the human nature of Jesus and sets it against the pomp associated with his birth. There's a procession of kings, wise men, shepherds, all bearing gifts and glorifying the birth of Jesus, angels singing, a grand occasion. "But little Jesus fell asleep before the song was done." He's just a baby, after all. He doesn't know how important He is. He falls asleep before the singing and celebrating is over.
It's a humorous image, and a cute one, but it serves as an important reminder of the fully human nature of Christ, that goes hand in hand with his divinity.