This image comes from the Demidoff Altarpiece by Carlo Crivelli.
On this day in 1547 Henry VIII died and his son, Edward VI, became the first Protestant King of England and Ireland. This image, whose date and painter are unknown, is an allegory of the English Reformation.
Today is also the anniversary of the Irish poet, William Butler Yeats. Here are two of his poems in remembrance of his wonderful gifts that he left us all to cherish.
O sweer everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.
So like a bit of stone I lie
Under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart's agony
To passing bird, but I am dumb
From human dignity.
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