J. Snodgrass' photostream

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!