In the bleak mid-winter <br />Frosty wind made moan, <br />Earth stood hard as iron, <br />Water like a stone; <br />Snow had fallen, snow on snow, <br />Snow on snow, <br />In the bleak mid-winter <br />Long ago. <br /> <br /> <br />Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, <br />Nor earth sustain; <br />Heaven and earth shall flee away <br />When He comes to reign: <br />In the bleak mid-winter <br />A stable-place sufficed <br />The Lord God Almighty <br />Jesus Christ. <br /> <br /> <br />Enough for Him whom cherubim <br />Worship night and day, <br />A breastful of milk <br />And a mangerful of hay; <br />Enough for Him whom angels <br />Fall down before, <br />The ox and ass and camel <br />Which adore. <br /> <br /> <br />Angels and archangels <br />May have gathered there. <br />Cherubim and seraphim <br />Thronged the air, <br />But only His mother <br />In her maiden bliss <br />Worshipped the Beloved <br />With a kiss. <br /> <br /> <br />What can I give Him, <br />Poor as I am? <br />If I were a shepherd <br />I would bring a lamb, <br />If I were a wise man <br />I would do my part, - <br />Yet what I can I give Him, <br />Give my heart<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-carol-6/
