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 on snow.
In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago.
What shall 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 can give him, give my heart.
~ Christina Rossetti