Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAELICA: 109, by FULKE GREVILLE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sion lies waste, and thy jerusalem Last Line: To yield the sin her everlasting doom. Alternate Author Name(s): Brooke, 1st Baron; Brooke, Lord Subject(s): Bible; Jerusalem; Religion; Theology | ||||||||
Sion lies waste, and thy Jerusalem, O Lord, is fallen to utter desolation. Against thy prophets and thy holy men The sin hath wrought a fatal combination: Profaned thy name, thy worship overthrown, And made thee, living Lord, a God unknown. Thy powerful laws, thy wonders of creation, Thy word incarnate, glorious heaven, dark hell, Lie shadowed under man's degeneration, Thy Christ still crucified for doing well. Impiety, O Lord, sits on thy throne, Which makes thee, living light, a God unknown. Man's superstition hath thy truths entombed, His atheism again her pomps defaceth; That sensual unsatiable vast womb Of thy seen church thy unseen church disgraceth. There lives no truth with them that seem thine own, Which makes thee, living Lord, a God unknown. Yet unto thee, Lord, mirror of transgression, We who for earthly idols have forsaken Thy heavenly image, sinless, pure impression, And so in nets of vanity lie taken, All desolate implore that to thine own, Lord, thou no longer live a God unknown. Yet, Lord, let Israel's plagues not be eternal, Nor sin forever cloud thy sacred mountains, Nor with false flames, spiritual but infernal, Dry up thy mercy's ever springing fountains. Rather, sweet Jesus, fill up time and come To yield the sin her everlasting doom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY |
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