About
As I in hoary winter's night / Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat / Which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye / To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright / Did in the air appear;
Who, scorched with excessive heat, / Such floods of tears did shed,
As though His floods should quench His flames, / Which with His tears were bred:
'Alas!' quoth He, 'but newly born / In fiery heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts / Or feel my fire but I!