Periwinkle Magdalen, Ever near the tomb, Weeps her hidden Lord again 'Mid the twilight gloom, Till the wonder of surprise Clears her overclouded eyes, And the Resurrection lies In each chalice-bloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH BETTY TO HERSELF by EDWARD W. BANNARD DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED by RUPERT BROOKE |