
In the Bleak Midwinter
(Christina Rossetti 1830-1894)
In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, long ago.
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Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
Heav'n and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign:
In the bleak midwinter, a stable-place sufficed
The Lord God incarnate, Jesus Christ.
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Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged in the air;
But his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
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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 can I give him, give him my heart.
3 comments:
Beautiful Violet.
Beautiful, beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing that! Hope your Christmas was wonderful, Violet!
Just lovely!Hope this finds that you had a wonderful Christmas and hope for many blessings with the new Year! blessings, Kathleen
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