| by Christina Rossetti (1872) | |
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. ........ 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. jpr: This is a redo but the woman is just superb! |
Thursday, January 31, 2019
In the Bleak Midwinter
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