George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

Easter Wings - Poem by George Herbert

Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poore:

With Thee
O let me rise,
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day Thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne;
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Most thinne.

With Thee
Let me combine,
And feel this day Thy victorie;
For, if I imp my wing on Thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

Comments about Easter Wings by George Herbert

  • Gold Star - 12,594 Points Douglas Scotney (6/14/2015 7:21:00 PM)

    Magisterial it is,
    to think, 'tis not starvation
    makes you thin (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Frederick Eilers (1/22/2014 10:25:00 AM)

    This poem is at the very least meant to be centered in its section, all the stanzas forming the appearance of wings. (Oftentimes the poem is tilted 90 degrees, making the effect even clearer.) Can be seen here: http: // [].

    The poem's shape and title are unified because of the second stanza (which is actually the second half of the first of two stanzas in many transcripts) , which provides one brilliant view of a bird's potential flight, gliding furthered by gravity. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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