Yea, he arose, yet first he had descended, Plunged like a man into the deep of birth;— Have not we also with our glory blended Night and dishonour and a weight of earth? Let the trump sound! and from the spirit shaken, See, this corruptible shall fade and fall; Let the quick hear it and the sleepers waken,— Changed in a moment, and the Lord in all! Prophet and image of the Lord's transition, Where shall ye wait us, whither will ye tend?— Moses, Elias, on the Mount of Vision Shown with eyes silent, wist ye of the end? Changed and the same and lost and rearisen, What is the secret that ye fain would say? Souls paradisal to the souls in prison Speak but a word while it is called To-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT JOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG |