126. In the Bleak Midwinter

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 minwinter, Long ago. Angels and archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air. But His mother only In her maiden bliss, Worshiped 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 can I give Him? Give my heart.