"The Oxen," by English writer Thomas Hardy, tells a deceptively simple tale of nostalgia, loss, faith, and doubt. The poem's speaker, looking back on their childhood, remembers when all their friends and family would gather around the fire on Christmas Eve to mark the chime of midnight. According to an old folk tradition, this was the moment when all the oxen in the barn would kneel to mark the birth of Christ. Nowadays, the speaker reflects, no one would tell—let alone believe—such a tale, as people don't share faith, tradition, stories, or community in quite the same way they once did. Longing for that long-ago shared certainty, the speaker looks into their own heart and finds, not an unshakeable belief, but a wistful "hop[e]" that the old story "might be so." Hardy first published this poem in the London Times on Christmas Eve, 1915.
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1Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
2“Now they are all on their knees,”
3An elder said as we sat in a flock
4By the embers in hearthside ease.
5We pictured the meek mild creatures where
6They dwelt in their strawy pen,
7Nor did it occur to one of us there
8To doubt they were kneeling then.
9So fair a fancy few would weave
10In these years! Yet, I feel,
11If someone said on Christmas Eve,
12“Come; see the oxen kneel,
13“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
14Our childhood used to know,”
15I should go with him in the gloom,
16Hoping it might be so.
1Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
2“Now they are all on their knees,”
3An elder said as we sat in a flock
4By the embers in hearthside ease.
5We pictured the meek mild creatures where
6They dwelt in their strawy pen,
7Nor did it occur to one of us there
8To doubt they were kneeling then.
9So fair a fancy few would weave
10In these years! Yet, I feel,
11If someone said on Christmas Eve,
12“Come; see the oxen kneel,
13“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
14Our childhood used to know,”
15I should go with him in the gloom,
16Hoping it might be so.
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years!
Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem.
A Short Biography — Learn more about Hardy via the Poetry Foundation.
Moments of Vision — Examine an early edition of the book—one of Hardy's latest—in which this poem was first collected.
The Thomas Hardy Society — Visit the website of the Thomas Hardy Society to find a wealth of information on Hardy's life, work, and legacy.
Hardy's Gloom — Take a look at an infographic that assesses (and pokes mild fun at) Hardy's famously bleak worldview.