Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 8. THE HOLY THORN, by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. First Line: Long centuries past by lonely barrows grew Last Line: At wintry christ-tide flowers the holy thorn. Subject(s): Glastonbury Thorn; Great Britain - History; English History | ||||||||
Long centuries past by lonely barrows grew The faery hawthorn boughs of haunted green, Beneath whose shade the Danaan gods unseen Awoke slain heroes dark with battle-dew; Their gilded shields of apple-wood and yew In time's deep tumulus have lost their sheen, Yet where these blossom-laden branches lean The faith of vanished ages blooms anew. One ancient miracle enduring still, Though earth's old magic seems a myth outworn, Has hallowed Avalon's enchanted hill; For when men hymn the Son of God reborn, Although December woods are bare and chill, At wintry Christ-tide flowers the Holy Thorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF DEGREES by GEOFFREY HILL CHURCHILL'S FUNERAL by GEOFFREY HILL CONCERNING INHERITANCE by GEOFFREY HILL DARK-LAND (1) by GEOFFREY HILL DARK-LAND (2) by GEOFFREY HILL DARK-LAND (3) by GEOFFREY HILL SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. |
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