
This poem is a meditation on the fleeting nature of life and beauty. It describes a thorn bush that has been ravaged by time and weather, its once-beautiful flowers now wilted and dead. The speaker reflects on how even the most beautiful things are subject to decay and destruction, and how nothing lasts forever.
By Joyce Kilmer · First published 1913 · Genre: Religious Poetry, Lyric Poetry, Symbolism · 164 words
(For the Rev. Charles L. O'Donnell, C. S. C.)
The garden of God is a radiant place, / And every flower has a holy face: / Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod, / But Saint Michael is the thorn on the rose-bush of God. / David is the song upon God's lips, / And Our Lady is the goblet that He sips: / And Gabriel's the breath of His command, / But Saint Michael is the sword in God's right hand.
The Ivory Tower is fair to see, / And may her walls encompass me! / But when the Devil comes with the thunder of his might, / Saint Michael, show me how to fight!
The Thorn is listed on Textopian as a poem by Joyce Kilmer, dated 1913 CE.
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