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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL, by JULIUS MOSEN Poet's Biography First Line: On the cross the dying saviour / heavenward lifts his eyelids calm Last Line: Songs, like legends, strange to hear. | |||
On the cross the dying Saviour Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm, Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling In his pierced and bleeding palm. And by all the world forsaken, Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A little bird is striving there. Stained with blood and never tiring, With its beak it doth not cease, From the cross 't would free the Saviour, Its Creator's Son release. And the Saviour speaks in mildness: "Blest be thou of all the good! Bear, as token of this moment, Marks of blood and holy rood!" And that bird is called the crossbill; Covered all with blood so clear, In the groves of pine it singeth Songs, like legends, strange to hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR by JULIUS MOSEN THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE BURIAL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE AUREOLA by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER BOTHWELL: PART 6 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |
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