Sunday, 27 April 2008

St Beuno's; Part Ten. Spring is here.

Daffodils in urn at the bottom of the steps into the formal gardens.

I love this spot, a bench opposite Our Lady in the woods, the floor is covered with the smell of spring, symbolic of re-birth and re-growth.

As the month of May, that of Our Blessed Lady draws ever closer, I leave you with Gerard Manley Hopkins 'Spring'.
NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush

The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Signed Christopher McGuinness.