Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RECOLLECTINS OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Book, lie you there: such borrowed wings Last Line: Nought can remove. Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Hospitals | ||||||||
BOOK, lie you there: such borrowed wings Droop sadly when the morning springs, And in my heart a spirit sings A sunrise air, An air that links the pride of boys With elder character and poise, Playing on hopes and dreams and joys I used to share. Now soars the note, now sighs, now booms, Is blithe as April showering blooms, Is grave as Bodley's chaptered rooms -- All calmly blends To this cool gale that laves my cheek, And divine morning's rosy streak Lights up the brows of these who speak, Old and young friends. Sound awakes sight; the secret song Is panorama free and strong; From music's doors like princes throng The phoenix hours. See, those in playing-fields excel, And crowning action casts its spell On humble hundreds watching well Their heroes' powers; And those with no less sinew speed In many a classic grove or mead, Longing to bear that torch indeed That lights all time. With faith so bright our WOODHAMS burst Through gusts and sleet to finish first, And gallant STEVENSON rehearsed The antique rhyme. And all in harmonied advance Were manning for rich circumstance, And beauty was the ordinance Of that dear school: In chime, in hymn, in careful trade, In sunshine contest, far parade, In storied pane, and statued shade, In honour's rule. Still through the queenly-gentle land How many a clear-eyed beaming band With Oberon's folk strayed hand in hand! Past woodcourts dim Far gates gleamed white; petals and dews Fell to adorn our Tudor shoes; Even wailing winter's foam and ooze Was life in limb. O fading sense! O swift, as deep, Departing anthem! Will must weep; Words like consumption's shadows creep Though love upsoars; Though I would give my best, to tell Those annals, each fine syllable; Perhaps, to-day, some happy bell Reveals those doors Where Lamb once passed, the master soul, To hear Saint Matthew's sermons roll, And the young multitude extol Kind London's love, And, echoing fainter, leads away To those new roofs in Sussex clay Where nests that pledge of heaven, that ray Nought can remove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAVING BEEN ASKED WHAT IS A MAN? I ANSWER by PHILIP LEVINE NEW YEAR'S EVE, IN HOSPITAL by PHILIP LEVINE THE DEMOCRATIC DIME by EVE MERRIAM THIS DID NOT HAPPEN by THYLIAS MOSS WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW A FIELD HOSPITAL by RANDALL JARRELL ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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