Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

In The Bleak Midwinter - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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.

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,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, 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.


Comments about In The Bleak Midwinter by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (12/22/2015 1:54:00 PM)

    Beautiful worship of the babe in the manger (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (12/22/2015 9:25:00 AM)

    Nice work with the muse of mankind and the ways of the universe. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/22/2015 4:21:00 AM)

    Nice poem, we all are poor when it comes to giving whatever it may be, thanks for sharing... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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