O Heart, no longer mourn; behold the hills, How radiant they greet the Easter dawn! Come, reverently, while the silence fills The kneeling valleys with her carillon. These mountains witness immortality: They knew strange death, ordealed by ice and fire, Yet rose triumphant from their grave of sea, Transcending pristine heights to climb still higher, Relinquishing a worn-out robe of gray For sable forests and a crown of frost. And if death like a sea embrace this clay Some instant, never fear the sun be lost! You shall arise! You shall arise to stand Wind stripped, rain-laved of cerements of sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE CAMP by BAYARD TAYLOR THEOCRITUS; A VILLANELLE by OSCAR WILDE WHITE HEAD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN DRINKING; PARAPHRASED by ANACREON RAIN ON FALL NIGHTS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL A BERKSHIRE HOLIDAY by CLIFFORD BAX |