Monday 25 April 2011

Gather gladness from the skies

An uncharacteristically straightforward Easter poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins; this reads like he was channelling Robert Herrick or something. Nice, though.

Easter

Break the box and shed the nard;
Stop not now to count the cost;
Hither bring pearl, opal, sard;
Reck not what the poor have lost;
Upon Christ throw all away:
Know ye, this is Easter Day.

Build His church and deck His shrine;
Empty though it be on earth;
Ye have kept your choicest wine—
Let it flow for heavenly mirth;
Pluck the harp and breathe the horn:
Know ye not ‘tis Easter morn?

Gather gladness from the skies;
Take a lesson from the ground;
Flowers do ope their heavenward eyes
And a Spring-time joy have found;
Earth throws Winter’s robes away,
Decks herself for Easter Day.

Beauty now for ashes wear,
Perfumes for the garb of woe.
Chaplets for disheveled hair,
Dances for sad footsteps slow;
Open wide your hearts that they
Let in joy this Easter Day.

Seek God’s house in happy throng;
Crowded let His table be;
Mingle praises, prayer and song,
Singing to the Trinity.
Henceforth let your souls alway
Make each morn an Easter Day.

1 comment:

Carmel Ross said...

Yes, it's a straightforward poem, but certainly full of the joy of Easter for a Christian. Hopkins has the skill of citing nature's beauty and behaviour to great effect, and I have enjoyed reading this poem. Thanks for posting it.