Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas 2008

It was the Winter wilde,
While the Heav'n-born-childe,
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in aw to him
Had doff't her gawdy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.

Only with speeches fair
She woo's the gentle Air
To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinfull blame,
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Makers eyes
Should look so neer upon her foul deformities.

But he her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyd Peace,
She crown'd with Olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphear
His ready Harbinger,
With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,
And waving wide her mirtle wand,
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land

From Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity, by John Milton

The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, Little creature form'd of Joy & Mirth
Go love without the help of any King on Earth

From Notebook Poems, by William Blake


cowboyangel said...


Merry Christmas to you and your family. Hope you all have a great holiday.

Don't drink too much egg nog!

Jeff said...

Thanks William. Here's wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas!

Are you going to Providence this year?

Don't drink too much egg nog!

Harpoon Winter Warm! ;-)

Garpu said...

Merry Christmas!

crystal said...

Merry Christmas, Jeff!

Jeff said...

Jen & Crystal,

Merry Christmas!! Crys, thanks for the postcard.