Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Pre Raphaelite Easter

Morning of the Resurrection-Edward Burne-Jones
A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, loot left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
Christina Rosetti
Not particularly joyful, but then Pre Raphaelites weren't. It's hard to be haunted and cheery.

AMDG

2 comments:

  1. I really like that picture, though the ladies may be a bit too fetching.

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  2. That's a first principal for Pre Raphaelite ladies.

    I like it, too.

    AMDG

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