Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANSWER FOR HOPE, by RICHARD CRASHAW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Dear hope! Earth's dowry, and heaven's debt! Last Line: The god of nature in the field of grace. Variant Title(s): Richard Crashaw's Answer For Hope;on Hope Subject(s): Hope; Optimism | ||||||||
Deare Hope! Earths dowry, and Heavens debt, The entity of things that are not yet. Subt'lest, but surest being! Thou by whom Our Nothing hath a definition. Faire cloud of fire, both shade, and light, Our life in death, our day in night. Fates cannot find out a capacity Of hurting thee. From thee their thinne dilemma with blunt horne Shrinkes, like the sick Moone at the wholesome morne. Thou art Loves Legacie under lock Of Faith: the steward of our growing stocke. Our Crown-lands lye above, yet each meale brings A seemly portion for the Sons of Kings. Nor will the Virgin-joyes wee wed Come lesse unbroken to our bed, Because that from the bridall cheeke of Blisse, Thou thus steal'st downe a distant kisse, Hopes chaste kisse wrongs no more joyes maidenhead, Then Spousall rites prejudge the marriage-bed. Faire Hope! our earlier Heaven! by thee Young Time is taster to Eternity. Thy generous wine with age growes strong, not sower; Nor need wee kill thy fruit to smell thy flower. Thy golden head never hangs downe, Till in the lap of Loves full noone It falls, and dyes: oh no, it melts away As doth the dawne into the day: As lumpes of Sugar lose themselves, and twine Their subtile essence with the soule of Wine. Fortune? alas above the worlds low warres Hope kicks the curl'd heads of conspiring starres. Her keele cuts not the waves, where our winds stirre, And Fates whole Lottery is one blanke to her. Her shafts, and shee fly farre above, And forrage in the fields of light, and love. Sweet Hope! kind cheat! faire fallacy! by thee Wee are not where, or what wee bee, But what, and where wee would bee: thus art thou Our absent presence, and our future now. Faith's Sister! Nurse of faire desire! Feares Antidote! a wise, and well stay'd fire Temper'd 'twixt cold despaire, and torrid joy: Queen Regent in young Loves minoritie. Though the vext Chymick vainly chases His fugitive gold through all her faces, And loves more fierce, more fruitlesse fires assay One face more fugitive then all they, True Hope's a glorious Huntresse, and her chase The God of Nature in the field of Grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by DEREK MAHON A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW |
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