In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, <br />Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; <br />Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, <br />In the bleak midwinter, long ago. <br /> <br />Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; <br />Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. <br />In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed <br />The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. <br /> <br />Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day, <br />Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; <br />Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before, <br />The ox and ass and camel which adore. <br /> <br />Angels and archangels may have gathered there, <br />Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; <br />But His mother only, in her maiden bliss, <br />Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. <br /> <br />What can I give Him, poor as I am? <br />If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; <br />If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; <br />Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-bleak-midwinter/
