{"id":101414,"date":"2021-04-15T08:00:39","date_gmt":"2021-04-15T12:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=101414"},"modified":"2021-04-15T06:39:16","modified_gmt":"2021-04-15T10:39:16","slug":"more-poetry-for-easter-a-e-housmans-easter-hymn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=101414","title":{"rendered":"More Poetry for Easter–A. E. Housman’s Easter Hymn"},"content":{"rendered":"

From there<\/a>:<\/p>\n

If in that Syrian garden, ages slain,
\nYou sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,
\nNor even in dreams behold how dark and bright
\nAscends in smoke and fire by day and night
\nThe hate you died to quench and could but fan,
\nSleep well and see no morning, son of man.
\nBut if, the grave rent and the stone rolled by,
\nAt the right hand of majesty on high
\nYou sit, and sitting so remember yet
\nYour tears, your agony and bloody sweat,
\nYour cross and passion and the life you gave,
\nBow hither out of heaven and see and save.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Weathers and seasons were part of the living world, and the movement between them was the world's breathing and showed that it was alive and in good health. Only when the rhythm became erratic, when the world drew its breath in great spasms, did they become afraid."C.R.Milne pic.twitter.com\/r2AhQjKUEd<\/a><\/p>\n

— A.A.Milne (@A_AMilne) April 13, 2021<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n