17 May 2016

Blossom

The angel of the Annunciation came,
And breathed upon the consecrated earth,
And lit within its frozen heart a flame;
For in the night the miracle of birth
Crept trembling through the conscious fields and trees.
With the first shiver of the April morn,
What stranger grace and new?
It was the fragrance of the dawn's cool breeze;--
The world, awakening through its tears of dew,
Smiled, for in darkness blossom had been born.

As though the dawn had flung to earth her veil,
The dew-drenched blossom trembles in the sun;
More soft than snow, and a mirage, and frail,
It hangs in films that blush, divinely spun.
What silent plotting powers have planned this sight?
It is as though the never-resting loom
Of time had ceased to ply;
And the thin web of hours had taken flight
before the advent of Eternity,--
As darkness, when dawn breaks into bloom.

But ah! that vision is a wistful smile
Upon the cheating features of the hour;
Earth toils in travail, beauty is born, awhile
To shine with flame, to wither like a flower.
Man, that has fashioned of his hand and brain,
Foam out of marble, bronze of sound and song,
Sees the immortal dream
Rise like the blossom, like the blossom wane;
And on the moving surface of Time's stream
Its life is neither briefer nor more long.

Sorrow descends upon the mortal sight,
Sorrow for beauty of fair things that fade,
Till one strong thought consoles the hopeless night,
That from the wealth of God, where worlds are made,
(The Treasure-house that nothing can decrease),
A never-ending tide shall ebb and flow;
The note must sound and die,--
The eternal symphony shall never cease;
Divinely made, thought, shape and melody
Shall come like blossom and like blossom go.

--Blossom, Maurice Baring, Rome 1903

1 comment:

traddadof4 said...

As a rock fan you might enjoy this comparison:

The angel of the Annunciation came,
And breathed upon the consecrated earth,
And lit within its frozen heart a flame

~Maurice Baring


And the Angel of imagination
She lit your fiery vision bright
Let your flame burn into the night

~Van Morrison