Tuesday, 5 January 2016

'Learn to love as I love thee'


Learn to love as I love thee.
In all my limbs thou mayest see
How sore they quake for cold;
For thee I suffer all this woe,
Love me, sweet, and no mo; [no other]
To thee me take and hold.

Jesu, sweet son dear,
In poor bed thou liest now here,
And that grieveth me sore.
For thy cradle is a bier,
Ox and ass are thy fere, [companions]
Weep may I therefore!

Jesu, sweet, be not wroth;
I have neither scrap nor cloth
Thee in for to fold;
I have but a piece of a lappe, [the skirt of a garment]
Therefore lay thy feet to my pap
And keep thee from the cold.

Cold thee taketh, I may well see;
For love of man it must be
For thee to suffer woe;
For better it is thou suffer this
Than man should lose heaven's bliss.
Thou must ransom him thereto.

Since it must be that thou be dead
To save man from the fiend,
Thy sweet will be done.
But let me not stay here too long:
After thy death me underfonge [receive]
To live for evermore. Amen.

One last Christmas poem, on the eve of the Epiphany. This is a version in modern spelling of a fourteenth-century poem (the original can be found here) which imagines a dialogue between Mary and the infant Christ. It comes from a manuscript which belonged to a friar called John of Grimestone (the manuscript is now Edinburgh, National Library of Scotland, Advocates Lib. 18.7.21; the first three verses also appear in British Library, Harley 7322). His manuscript, which dates to 1372, is a collection of preaching materials, containing a large amount of English verse and including several tender poems about the baby Christ: 'Lullay little child, rest thee a throwe' is especially lovely, as are 'As I lay upon a night' and this lullaby carol. Although it focuses on Christ's death rather than his birth, Grimestone's 'Love me brought' also has some parallels to this poem.

Long-term readers of this blog will know that I have a soft spot for Middle English lullaby carols, especially ones in which the baby and his mother talk about his future, the suffering both will face before his work on earth is completed. I always feel - perhaps this is excessively literal of me - that these poems are more fitting reading for the weeks after Christmas than for the day itself. They look forward, turning the reader's attention from Christ's birth to his future life, while being careful always to evoke the naturalistic details of their setting in his first newborn days: makeshift cradle, anxious mother, a baby to be fed, wrapped, soothed, sung to. They are sweet and gentle but tinged with sadness, the vulnerability of the child and his mother's fears piercing any sentimentality with a sharp dart of cold realism. This one is not a lullaby, though the lulling ls of its first line might bring the sound to mind, but the speaker of all except the first verse is Mary; the fact that the verses are all dialogue makes it possible for the reader to take on her voice, to feel and to plead with her. 'Learn to love as I love thee', she, and we, are told.

BL Royal 2 A XXII, f. 13v (The 'Westminster Psalter', c.1200)

7 comments:

Kitty said...

Perfect day to read and reflect upon this poem and your words: Thank you.

rosaMaria said...

Very beautiful poem and article, thanks very much. Next, I'd love to 'check-out' the hymns and lullabies!!...

LT said...

I just discovered your blog and am so grateful that you're writing it.
I'm trying to learn Old English and can't wait to study all your posts.
Thanks so much for sharing. You are rumheort!

LeeAnn at Mrs Black's said...

I cannot believe that I have not stumbled upon our blog before in my cyber quests. It's fantastic! I will be spending a few hours here .... better grab a cup of tea.

Place to stand said...

Wow fabulous post, I am often in East Anglia visiting friends and went to a lovely service at Ely Cathedral just before Christmas in aid of Papworth.

There are some fascinating Churches in the area. I'll be sure to look this one up !

Fiordelisa said...

I really like your idea of this type of poem as a bridge/transition between Christmas and Lent.

Fr. John Zuhlsdorf o{]:¬) said...

Thank you for your great blog and this wonderful post.