Learn More

Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

Christ Crucified


THY restless feet now cannot go
   For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
   They swim, alas! in their own flood?

Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
   Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
   It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read poems about / on: swimming

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Christ Crucified by Richard Crashaw )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Ralph Waldo Emerson

Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?

In the long sunny afternoon,
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  5. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  6. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  7. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. Trees, Joyce Kilmer
  9. A Poison Tree, William Blake
  10. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]