Leighton, Kenneth: Crucifixus pro nobis I: Christ in the Cradle
Crucifixus pro nobis I: Christ in the Cradle, Op. 38 (1961)
Look, how he shakes for cold!
How pale his lips are grown!
Wherein his limbs to fold
Yet mantle has he none.
His pretty feet and hands
(Of late more pure and white
Than is the snow
That pains them so)
Have lost their candour quite.
His lips are blue
(Where roses grew).
He’s frozen everywhere:
All th’heat he has
Joseph, alas,
Gives in a groan; or Mary in a tear.