In the Bleak Mid Winter

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