Hymn To Love Poem by Lascelles Abercrombie
Hymn To Love
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee,
As théou, Léove, were the déep thought
And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we,
Thy fires of thought out-spoken:
But burn’d not through us thy imagining
Like fiérce méood in a séong céaught,
We were as clamour’d words a fool may fling,
Loose words, of meaning broken.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,—
The lives travelling dark fears,
And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
Hazardous are the stars, yet is our birth
And our journeying time theirs;
As words of air, life makes of starry earth
Sweet soul-delighted faces;
As voices are we in the worldly wind;
The great wind of the world’s fate
Is turn’d, as air to a shapen sound, to mind
And marvellous desires.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter’d,
Not borne down by the wind’s weight;
The rushing time rings with our splendid word
Like darkness fill’d with fires.
For Love doth use us for a sound of song,
And Love’s meaning our life wields,
Making our souls like syllables to throng
His tunes of exultation.
Down the blind speed of a fatal world we fly,
As rain blown along earth’s fields;
Yet are we god-desiring liturgy,
Sung joys of adoration;
Yea, made of chance and all a labouring strife,
We go charged with a strong flame;
For as a language Love hath seized on life
His burning heart to story.
Yea, Love, we are thine, the liturgy of thee,
Thy thought’s golden and glad name,
The mortal conscience of immortal glee,
Love’s zeal in Love’s own glory.
Precious lovers out there, hear the call by a contemporary of yours........
A hymn to the god of love which, if there were such a god, would have some meaning. Otherwise, however good the poetry, it is all false. God is love, love is god - what on earth can those statements mean? What the weird spellings in the first two verses are there for I do not know and I do not care.
Abercrombie reminds us that we owe our existence to the satisfaction of love's desire.
For Love doth use us for a sound of song, And Love’s meaning our life wields, Making our souls like syllables to throng His tunes of exultation.
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MY LAST COMMENT: and connects individuals. Love is depicted as a guiding principle that turns life's chaos and struggles into something beautiful and purposeful. TOP Marks!
This opoem is about the transformative and unifying power of love. The poem explores how love shapes and gives meaning to human existence, portraying it as a divine force that elevates
love is itself a mercy, love is itself a blessings; love is the ubiquitous hymn...
Yea, Love, we are thine, the liturgy of thee, Thy thought’s golden and glad name, The mortal conscience of immortal glee, Love’s zeal in Love’s own glory. the final verse is so telling about love. tony
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6/22/2025 1:03:00 PM # 1.0.0
there are many beautiful lines to love in this poem