Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WRITTEN IN WINTERBORNE CAME CHURCH, by JOHN DRINKWATER


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First Line: I do not use to listen well
Last Line: And climb the pulpit-stair.
Subject(s): April; Barnes, William (1801-1886); Churches; Poetry & Poets; Cathedrals


(WILLIAM BARNES, 1801-1886)
To Mrs. Thomas Hardy
I DO not use to listen well
At sermon time,
I'ld rather hear the plainest rhyme
Than tales the parsons tell;

The homespun of experience
They will not wear,
But walk a transcendental air
In dusty rags of sense.

But humbly in your little church
Alone I watch;
Old rector, lift again the latch,
Here is a heart to search.

Come, with a simple word and wise
Quicken my brain,
And while upon the painted pane
The painted butterflies

Beat in the early April beams,
You shall instruct
My spirit in the knowledge plucked
From your still Dorset dreams.

Your word shall strive with no obscure
Debated text,
Your vision being unperplexed,
Your loving purpose pure.

I know you'll speak of April flowers,
Or lambs in pen,
Or happy-hearted maids and men
Weaving their April hours.

Or rising to your thought will come,
For lessoning,
Those lovers of an older spring,
That now in tombs are dumb.

And brooding in your theme shall be,
Half said, half heard,
The presage of a poet's word
To mock mortality.

. . . . . . . . .

The years are on your grave the while, And yet, almost,
I think to see your surpliced ghost
Stand hesitant in the aisle,

Find me sole congregation there,
Assess my mood,
Know mine a kindred solitude,
And climb the pulpit-stair.





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