In the Bleak Midwinter
Poetry by Christina Rossetti Music Composed by Gustav Holst
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 mid-winter
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 hear
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A beautiful recitation, Rebecca. It’s a lovely poem made all the more beautiful by being set to music.
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One of the my most favorite Christmas events is our Queen’s speech. I look forward to it every year, Mandy. A few years ago, our Queen ended her speech with Christina Rossetti’s poem, In the Bleak Midwinter. And that is when I decided that I would recite the poem. I am delighted that you joined me in reciting it together. It gives such Christmas cheer! Sending hugs!
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I am looking forward to the Queen’s speech this Christmas. It is a special event in our household.
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It is in ours too! It is as if our Queen gathers up the nations to celebrate this special day.
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