A Christmas Carol
Christina Rossetti
In the bleak mid-winter    Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron,    Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow,    Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter    Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him    Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away    When He comes to reign: In the bleak midwinter    A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty    Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim    Worship night and day, A breastful of milk    And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels    Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel    Which adore. Angels and archangels    May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim    Thronged the air; But only His mother    In her maiden bliss Worshipped the Beloved    With a kiss. What can I give Him,    Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd    I would bring a lamb, If I were a Wise Man    I would do my part,— Yet what I can I give Him,    Give my heart.
