Iona Abbey and Cross
Thought you might like the following 9th century medieval poem from my favourite book of Medieval Latin Lyrics, translated from the original Latin (not by me!). It's such a lovely picture of nature too at this time of year.
Easter Sunday by Sedulius Scottus
Last night did Christ the Sun rise from the dark,
The mystic harvest of the fields of God,
And now the little wandering tribes of bees
Are brawling in the scarlet flowers abroad.
The winds are soft with birdsong; all night long
Darkling the nightingale her descant told,
And now inside church doors the happy folk
The Alleluia chant a hundredfold.
O father of thy folk, be thine by right
The Easter joy, the threshold of the light.
12 comments:
'Threshold of the light' is such a lovely phrase. Happy easter to you and yours.
Lovely poem - and Happy Easter to you.
Thanks for the beautiful poem.
Happy Easter.
Happy Easter, and thanks for the lovely poem to go with it, Rosemary
Thanks everyone - have a good day tomorrow!
Thank you, Rosemary, for a beautiful picture of Iona and a lovely verse.
I especially like the line about the wind soft with birdsong.
Have a very peaceful and happy Easter and thanks for a lovely post.
Wonderful words.
Have a fabulous Easter!
What a lovely poem.
Hope you're enjoying a happy and peaceful Easter.
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Love the brawling bees!
Thanks Joanna - hope you had a lovely day!
Thanks Talli!
Hi Suzanne. Thanks for the comment and for following!
Thought that was an unusual phrase, Patsy!
That's really lovely, Rosemary. Hope you had a lovely Easter x
Thanks, Teresa - hope you had a good time too!
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