Monday, December 05, 2005

On this day in literature . . .

. . . Christina Rossetti was born in London, 1830.

A poem of hers I remember from elementary school . . .

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

A poem of hers we often sing at Christmas . . .

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 heart.

And a short poem of hers that is one of my favorites . . .

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee:
I plead Thy love of me; –
The shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.


Anonymous micah said...

I put the "elementary" poem on my blog on Feb. 28, 2004.

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