A Poem a Day for Advent: Dec. 3rd

Well, it's actually already the early hours of Dec. 4th, but I'm trying....

A Christmas Carol
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 can I give him,
    Give my heart.

                                             --Christina Rossetti, 1872