"In Clent cow-batch, Kenelm King born Lieth under a thorn." IT was a goodly child, Sweet as the gusty May; It was a knight that broke On his play, A fair and coaxing knight: "O little liege!" said he, "Thy sister bids thee come After me. "A pasture rolling west Lies open to the sun, Bright-shod with primroses Doth it run; And forty oaks be nigh, Apart, and face to face, And cow-bells all the morn In the space. "And there the sloethorn bush Beside the water grows, And hides her mocking head Under snows; Black stalks afoam with bloom, And never a leaf hath she: Thou crystal of the realm, Follow me!" Uplooked the undefiled: "All things, ere I was born My sister found; now find Me the thorn." They travelled down the lane, An hour's dust they made: The belted breast of one Bore a blade. The primroses were out, The aisled oaks were green, The cow-bells pleasantly Tinked between; The brook was beaded gold, The thorn was burgeoning, Where evil Ascobert Slew the King. He hid him in the ground, Nor washed away the dyes, Nor smoothed the falled curls From his eyes. No father had the babe To bless his bed forlorn; No mother now to weep By the thorn. There fell upon that place A shaft of heavenly light; The thorn in Mercia spake Ere the night: "Beyond, a sister sees Her crowned period, But at my root a lamb Seeth God." Unto each, even so. As dew before the cloud, The guilty glory passed Of the proud. Boy Kenelm has the song, Saint Kenelm has the bower; His thorn a thousand years Is in flower! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MOST ANY BIT OF LANDSCAPE by JEAN CAMERON AGNEW THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |