In the Bleak Mid-Winter
In the bleak mid-winter, A Christmas poem by Christina Rossetti.
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.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother
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.
And that was In the Bleak Mid Winter, read by me, Natasha, For storynory.com
And if those words sound familiar, it’s because they are often sung as a Christmas Carol, but Christina Rossetti wrote them originally as a poem, and we thought you would like to hear them spoken. If you go to Storynory.com you can listen to me me reading some other lovely peoms by Rossetti .
