A Christmas Carol

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 midwinter
   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.
 

Poems by This Author

Monna Innominata [I dream of you, to wake] by Christina Rossetti
I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Monna Innominata [I loved you first] by Christina Rossetti
I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Monna Innominata [I wish I could remember] by Christina Rossetti
I wish I could remember that first day
A Bird Song by Christina Rossetti
A Birthday by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
An Apple Gathering by Christina Rossetti
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
Clouds by Christina Rossetti
White sheep, white sheep
Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
Morning and evening
Holy Innocents by Christina Rossetti
Sleep, little Baby, sleep
Remember by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Song ["When I am dead, my dearest"] by Christina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
The Thread of Life by Christina Rossetti
The irresponsive silence of the land
To My Mother by Christina Rossetti
To-day's your natal day
Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Winter: My Secret. by Christina Rossetti
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I
[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome] by Christina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome


Further Reading

Poems About Christmas
A Christmas Carol
by George Wither
A Visit from St. Nicholas
by Clement Clark Moore
Christmas Away from Home
by Jane Kenyon
Christmas Bells
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Christmas Trees
by Robert Frost
Noël
by Anne Porter
Noël: Christmas Eve 1913
by Robert Bridges
On the Morning of Christís Nativity
by John Milton
Taking Down the Tree
by Jane Kenyon
The Mahogany Tree
by William Makepeace Thackeray
The Oxen
by Thomas Hardy
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487)
by Emily Dickinson
The Shivering Beggar
by Robert Graves
Toward the Winter Solstice
by Timothy Steele