{"id":128527,"date":"2024-04-19T08:01:22","date_gmt":"2024-04-19T12:01:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=128527"},"modified":"2024-04-19T17:22:48","modified_gmt":"2024-04-19T21:22:48","slug":"eleanor-parker-a-medieval-spring-poem-for-eastertide-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=128527","title":{"rendered":"Eleanor Parker–A medieval spring poem for Eastertide"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I see blossoms spring,
\nAnd hear the birds’ song,
\nA sweet love-longing
\nEntirely pierces my heart,
\nAll for a love new
\nThat is so sweet and true,
\nThat gladdens all my song:
\nI know in truth, iwis,
\nMy joy and all my bliss
\nOn him is all ylong. [is all because of him]<\/p>\n

Of Jesu Christ I sing,
\nWho is so fair and free, [noble]
\nSweetest of all thing;
\nHis own ought I well to be.
\nSo far for me he sought,
\nWith suffering he me bought,
\nWith wounds two and three;
\nWell sore he was swung,
\nAnd for me with spear was stung,
\nNailed to the tree.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Read it all<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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April come she will. pic.twitter.com\/JiGFC98hOO<\/a><\/p>\n

— Veritatis Cupitor (@English1Maiden) April 19, 2024<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n