Ships in Ice Off Ten Pound Island Gloucester - Fitz Henry Lane |
Our Henry Purcell piece today is Ode for St. Cecelia's Day Hail Bright Cecelia. If you want to know more about St. Cecelia - check out this Wikipedia article.
Our poem by Rose Fyleman is Very Lovely, full of imagination!
And a sober, contemplative love poem by John Keats:
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,*
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.
* An Eremite is a recluse or hermit, especially a religious recluse.
Happy Mother's Day, Patti! Love that FHL piece you picked!!! I have that one on my list! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! And I hope your celebration is special, too! It is such a gift and a joy to be a Mom! Challenges and heartaches to take to prayer, but so much joy and fulfillment, too! I always enjoy hearing from you!! Patti
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