In the Bleak Midwinter
Midwinter bleak, frosty wind moaned,Earth stood hard, water like stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Midwinter long ago.The silent keep of a frozen heart,Whispers of warmth dare not start;Yet in this cold, a hopeful part,Beats softly, winter’s art.Stars with silver gaze held tight,Illuminate the longest night;With every breath of northern light,Promises of dawn, bright and right.Beneath…