This poem touched me. I have no idea if it’s still in print or in copyright. All I know is that it’s by Grace Noll Crowell and it appeared in a collection in 1940. I really love it.
I shall attend to my little errands of love early this year,
So that the brief days before Christmas may be
Unhampered and clear
Of the fever of hurry. The breathless rushing
that I have known in the past
Shall not possess me. I shall be calm in my soul
And ready at last
I shall have leisure– I shall go out alone
From my roof and my door;
I shall not miss the silver silence of stars
As I have before;
And, oh, perhaps– If I stand there very still,
And very long–
I shall hear what the clamor of living has kept from me;
The Angels’ song!