Saturday, April 15, 2006

Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east...

     Now burn, new born to the world,
     Doubled-naturèd name,
    The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled
     Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,
  Mid-numbered He in three of the thunder-throne!
  Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came;
   Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;
A released shower, let flash to the shire, not a lightning of fire hard-hurled.

     Dame, at our door
     Drowned, and among our shoals,
    Remember us in the roads, the heaven-haven of the Reward:
     Our King back, oh, upon English souls!
  Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east,
  More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls,
   Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest,
Our hearts’ charity’s hearth’s fire, our thoughts’ chivalry’s throng’s Lord.

G. M. Hopkins, "The Wreck of the Deutschland"

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