« September 2005 |
Main
| January 2006 »
October 11, 2005
A Christmas Poem
We can celebrate Christmas any time of the year, right? Here's a poem by Edmund Bolton (c.1575-1633).
Sweet music, sweeter far
Than any song is sweet
Sweet Music, heavenly rare,
Mine ears (O peeres), doth greet,
You gentle flocks, whose fleeces, pearled with dew,
Resemble heaven, whom golden drops make bright,
Listen, O listen, now, O not to you
Our pipes make sport to shorten weary night:
But voices most divine
Make blissful harmony;
Voices that seem to shine,
For what else clears the sky?
Tunes can we hear, but not the singers see,
The tunes divine, and so the singers be.
Lo, how the firmament
Within an azure fold
The flock of stars hath pent,
That we might them behold.
Yet from their beams proceedeth not this light,
Nor can their crystals such reflection give.
What then doth make the element so bright?
The heavens are come down upon earth to live.
But hearken to the song,
Glory to Glory's king,
And peace all men among,
These choristers do sing.
Angels they are, as also, Shepherds, he
Whom in our fear we do admire to see.
Posted by lhyink at 01:32 PM
| Comments (0)