Thorn of silvery dew Hide not a long shamed face, But lift your head to wind's embrace And sing unto the moon anew. Aye, yes, your naked thorns Once cut His snowy brow In human hate which men will ever disavow. Uplift your head unto the morn's Unsmudging kiss, and from its lips receive A joy untrammeled with disgrace: You were His crown! You hid His face From their cruel torments. Rest. Believe. Soiled by fingers rude, Tangled by men who tore You from a maiden stem and bore To altars vast: so thus imbued Above all crowns of gold, Yet bent in shame, you stand Where sanctity has touched you with His hand And flecked you with His blood. You hold Dominion over fronds of victory, Or over peaceful olive trees: For when your odors ride the breeze, I hear again the Christ in agony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR |