In the Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow on snow had fallen, snow on snow on snow
in the bleak midwinter, long and long ago.
Angels and archangels may have gathered here,
Cherubim and seraphim rising in the air;
but a princess only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshiped her beloved with a heartfelt kiss.
Heaven cannot hold me, nor can earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall fall away when I come to reign!
{Can you save this Heart of Ice?}
But What can I give you, empty 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 you: I must give my heart.