In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak mid-winter, 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 mid-winter 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, I will give my heart.