Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VIRGIN MARY TO CHRIST ON THE CROSS, by ROBERT SOUTHWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What mist hath dimmed that glorious face Last Line: Let sorrow string my heavy lute. Subject(s): Crucifixion; Grief; Mary. Mother Of Jesus; Women - Bible; Jesus Christ - Crucifixion; Sorrow; Sadness; Virgin Mary | ||||||||
What mist hath dimmed that glorious face! What seas of grief my sun doth toss! The golden rays of heavenly grace Lies now eclipséd on the cross. Jesus! my Love, my Son, my God, Behold Thy mother washed in tears; Thy bloody wounds be made a rod To chasten these my latter years. You cruel Jews, come work your ire Upon this worthless flesh of mine; And kindle not eternal fire By wounding Him which is divine. Thou messenger that didst impart His first descent into my womb, Come, help me now to cleave my heart, That there I may my Son entomb. You angels all, that present were To show His birth with harmony, Why are you not now ready here To make a mourning symphony? The cause I know; you wail alone And shed your tears in secrecy, Lest I should movéd be to moan By force of heavy company. But wail, my soul, thy comfort dies; My woeful womb, lament thy fruit; My heart, give tears unto my eyes, Let Sorrow string my heavy lute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADONNA by KATHARINE LEE BATES BALLADE TO OUR LADY OF CZESTOCHOWA by HILAIRE BELLOC OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SONG OF MARY by LUCILLE CLIFTON ISLAND MARY by LUCILLE CLIFTON MARY'S DREAM by LUCILLE CLIFTON NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |
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