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In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, |
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earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; |
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snow on snow had fallen, snow on snow on snow |
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in the bleak midwinter, long and long ago. |
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Angels and archangels may have gathered here, |
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Cherubim and seraphim rising in the air; |
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but a princess only, in her maiden bliss, |
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Worshiped her beloved with a heartfelt kiss. |
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Heaven cannot hold me, nor can earth sustain; |
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heaven and earth shall fall away when I come to reign! |
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{Can you save this Heart of Ice?} |
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But What can I give you, empty as I am? |
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If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; |
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if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; |
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yet what can I give you: I must give my heart. |
