Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GARDEN, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: There was a garden where he took Last Line: Amen. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Easter; Gardens & Gardening; Holidays; Jesus Christ; Prayer; Resurrection, The; The Resurrection | ||||||||
OUR LORD, Christ Jesus, Son of God, Loved gardens while on earth He abode. There was a garden where He took His pleasures oft, by Kedron's brook. There in his uttermost agony He found a pillow whereon to lie And anguish while His disciples slept. Be sure the little grass-blades kept Vigil with Him, and the grey olives Shivered and sighed like one that grieves, And the flowers hid their eyes for fear! His garden was His comforter. There to the quiet heart He made, He came, and it upheld His head Before the angel did. Therefore Blessed be gardens evermore! Christ Jesus in the sad world's dearth Lay three days in the lap of earth. And while He lay, stabbed through, one wound, The garden waited tear-bedrowned, Quiet from sunrise to sunrise. The widowed flowers had veiled their eyes; Nor Canterbury bells did ring; Nor rose lift her burnt-offering; Nor primroses nor violets, Nor sops-in-wine nor mignonettes, But thought upon the thorns and spears And on the blessed Mary's tears. All in a Truce of God,a peace, The garden rocked Him on her knees. But oh! in the beautiful rose-red day Who comes a-walking down this way? Why's Magdalen weeping? Ah, sweet lady, She knows not where is her Lord's Body! Sweet Magdalen, see! here is your Love! Whom Solomon's-seal and the sweet-clove Brush with their lips as He goes by; And love-lies-bleeding and rosemary. Now bid His disciples haste! Bring hither His Mother and St. John together! But'twas the Garden saw Him rise. Wherefore she flaunts her peacock eyes; Wherefore her birds sing low and loud. The heart that bore His sleep is proud. Because the garden was His friend Blessed be gardens world without end. Amen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EASTER EVE by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON EASTER SUNDAY by LUCILLE CLIFTON GOD SEND EASTER by LUCILLE CLIFTON NOT THE CUCKOLD'S DREAM; FOR SAM PEREIRA by NORMAN DUBIE EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA I DEFINE THE DARKNESS CORRECT: THE FESTIVAL OF THE FRERES LUMIERES by ELENI SIKELIANOS SPANISH EASTER: 1926 by CONRAD AIKEN |
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